The last time I see their eyes
The final exhale
Smoke and soft ignorance
Mingling through white teeth
The last dawn, the last noon, the ultimate sunset
All silent, as if awaiting..
And the last drop of water on untainted skin
The last sip, last bite, last puff
Last Cheshire smile
Disintegrating into darkness
Before the final twist of the knife

What ever happened to chivalry?

As we lay back on the beach watching the sun go
down, we notice birds traveling towards the sunset,

"where are they going?"
my cousin asked me.

"Anywhere they want to,
they're free." I say.

As they soar over head,
I daydream about what
it would be like to have
wings.

To be free.

That's all I could ever ask for, and soon I will have it.