so they say.

so they say
that it comes back to
the morning after.

we breeze along the
eddies and zephyrs,
settling into
a spot of quiet stillness.

we smile easier
when it's real.

there is still an
inner desire to run after
fleeting emotions and
falling in love with love.

but all things considered,
we're better off impaired.

no warm comfortable you
to come home to
or call at the end of the day,

but,

i keep dreaming
that you could be happier
without me

and then,
i start to smile too.

. Arigato .