titles don't make sense for things like this

snap

the tightrope gives out
under the weight of

whatever this is called

and snaps.

i fall
and my thoughts fall with me.

"this is going to sound weird but i think we keep bumping into each other for a reason but not a dramatic reason i don't think we're soulmates or anything crazy like that."

great use of punctuation, dan.

the girl
(the girl)

She stares at me, blankly, Her face as immovable as mount rushmore,
for a moment that seems to stretch forever.

and then
She

laughs

and the cadence of Her voice
brings to life colors
i had never noticed before.

"i know we've never spoken, but, you are so strange!"

She's warm.
but not like the sun.

(sometimes i hate the sun)

She's like the warmth of
a homey fireplace
in the middle of autumn.

and i can reach

Her.