i lost it to the mountains, that night when the fireplace consumed log after log throwing orange red and yellow across the underground walls, and the river rushed above us winter wonderland; where three feet beds of snow kiss jagged glacier lips and bleed rivers.
i lost myself that night, with you (to you) *in the mountains.
till we get to travel together for real, i'll keep myself content with sketching little adventures for us through daydreams painted in poetry.