People say you fall in love
I like to think I flew.
The only fall I've ever felt
Is getting over you.

|b.g.|

was i too bad,
to fall in love,
with?

Here we are
yet again

the longest night
under clear skies

too long
have I sought the sun

I missed the mushrooms
searching for daffodils

yes, the fruits
of unending night

a hearty stew
instead of salad

truce
between wanderers

as we sit
sipping on ambrosien dirt