perhaps.

the fine line
that draws between
beauty and tragedy.

love that
changes everything
the ephemeral twilight
transient time
when all that exists
and matters
fall away

and there's only
us.

to fly
is to become
vulnerable
to inevitable gravity.

patience
to wait
to hope against
fear of
losing everything
all over again.

this fall
might go deeper.

faith enough
to believe
in something
better
comes dearly.

no movie script ending
nor deus ex machina.

just pure simple blindness
of foolish love.

may we all be
so lucky.

. Arigato .