we're teetering at the edge of a roller coaster's hill
quietly taking each other in like it's the first time we met and then

we pummel back down to the reality of earth which is:
I left you and ever since
we put up a front to forget.
filled with men who want to penetrate me,
and your girls and their flashing poisoned teeth.

it's a reality that we will not face:
perhaps it's not simple loneliness, but fate.