we breathe in our love;
the stringent kind.
a hand to glove;
the best kind of bind.
we float in our happiness like doves;
the heavens pay us no mind.
it was nice knowing you;
nice getting to know you.
and although we must have known on some level ,
it damages to think that after all we had to endure
our love, transient though ethereal
would come to such an anticlimactic end.
-s.b.
