Reckless could no longer describe us.
Our movements become a pattern, a series of gives and takes.
We've taken comfort in the creak in the floor.
We look for stability in the reliability of each other.
We have forgotten that this is where we started,
but found its never to late to return.
So we may have become
predictable,
patterned,
comforted,
liable,
and returned to each other.
Our lives have been worn by the break of each new day,
but we count few ways
to waste our days
better than
together.