Buried in the scent of another day past,
We stayed up late into the night,
Our thoughts drowsy with expectation,
Wriggling around a question mark.
Your lips revolted against the inequity of prose;
Ours was the poetry of youth,
The laughter of hopes untarnished by disappointment and pain
Ours was the courage of an unpunctuated life
Lost on a blank page.
And as the scaffold fell and worlds came crushing down
That voice lingers still
On skin burnished by the dust of years
So that the sound of our twilight
Reverberates through the fabric of time
And neither land nor sea can hold us long apart,
For you are love.
In the symmetry of a finger tightened on the trigger,
Heart stumbled against air-starved lungs,
A part of me.