Somewhere in between
a lover and a friend,
he is.
in disaster,
it shall end
I don’t think
we know what love is
I think
these words are
crumbling for you
my body was
the wind.
  it had fallen through
my love.
is this
the only thing I can prove
because I am souly
flowing into me
being weightless and
in my thoughts about
where I can take this