attaining things we never thought we would
the photos from when we sailed high on the sun ship
my smile consisting of snowflakes and sunshine
our shadow that links has disappeared
what with out him are we?
lost souls that had once claimed the other as their prize
mending the broken gashes of living
your ascension as I descend toward yours
hard to fast–like sweet bitter love
happiness followed by its partner–tears
gravity’s pulley brings me to your lap—thinking with my lips
rationality is not logical—when love becomes the valid argument
our snapshot reminiscences rolled tight in their cylinder coffin
awaiting escapism
