In love, our fear was searching for the war,
through mezzanine escaping,
and chimneys furthermore.
Yet strength in us transformed, and love now stands for plural—
what had been singular before.

And in flights of minds, the crashing of hearts,
both on the furthest heights,
the fear was one malevolent hazard,
completely uncompromised.
Just walk beside me—
I want to know
if this is true or just my new mirage.