grey sweatpants, no makeup.

is it safe to learn to love again,
she asked softly.
fraility in the wind;
feathersoft heart.

it's just you and me
with nothing to prove
just honesty
and a common desire
to love and be loved,
he answers.

but what about
the whys and wherefores,
and echoes and tremors
and scar tissue;
she treads lightly,
like she should.

at the footsteps
at the gate,
maybe we'll find what
we're looking for,
he tells her,

and maybe then
you can tell me
if it's good enough.

. Arigato .