There's a lot going through my mind right now.
Right now at 8 a.m.
8 a.m. the morning after.
After the pillows laid rest on their heads.
Heads full of dreamy thoughts, and actions that came to match.
Match that lit the fire, which heated only for a while.
While the two shared it's heat, and words with one another.
Another night alone together.
Together will they be, after sun first sheds its light?
Light bringing reality, discarded by the night.
Night of sudden growth.
Growth of sudden life.
Life internal once aglow, but now covered in dismay.
Dismay in what stays.
Stays alive when nothing does.
Does the heart know any limits?
Limits broken by the two, but not regretted.
Regretted past, onward to the future.
Future unknown, but hopeful.
Hopeful together.
Together.