Wilderness in our eyes,
running from our destiny
with trees whipping past.
I was gone and so were you.
Laughing in the face of
the meek, who never dared.
Sharing stories and dreams and goals —
our escape plans. Knowing that
if that destiny was catching up
(hanging heavy in our dense minds)
we could find somewhere to hide
that no one else could seek.
We believed we could escape this
dreadful, dreary, destroying destiny
on a pre-emptive honeymoon with
almond flavoured last resorts.
And with arms wide open, we drink the poison.
Overdose on our medication and
wash it down with
wedding champagne.
We won’t apologize,
falling for the wrong

love.


**V. K.