Wooden floor

sitting on the floor
of wood and nails
how many times did i sit here.
all those months ago

its changed.
so have I
We are older.
with more holes
cuss words scrawled on our surface
sharpie names and dates
of other importance
not our own.

the wood gone soft.
me grown hard.
but we both know what happened.
what those boards whitened.

the Beginning and the End
Alpha and Omega.
the First and the Last.
the start and the Finnish
of me and you
those boards hold
witness for the rest of time.