four years

four years that rolls on the tongue
seems so light and easy.

nine letters, two words
and one syllable each
whichever way you say it.

but four years that rides the train of time;
four years held within our hearts, our hands
four years intertwined between your fingers and mine
(by the way, is also forty-eight months, a hundred ninety-two weeks and a thousand three hundred forty-four days; all long, solid words and too many syllables to count)
is four years too short, too grand.