There is that space that is forever ours.
We were the bold. Though, little did we know
that to break free of the countless lost hours
we had to set ourselves free. To show

The world that we were strong! That strength
we found, though at what cost?
Have the love torn years been stretched to such length
that we are hardened? Are we lost?

To live, love, laugh- this is the goal;
yet we lived, loved, laughed and still we wanted
more. The strength of solitude has drilled a hole
through the unity of partnership. I am haunted

by the limitations of my freedom. I cannot hold,
nor be held. My new found power has
exposed my old weakness. I miss being told
of a time yet to come; where as

one we would conquer the failings of
the generations lost before us. Maybe their
cynicism is right? We have the naivety of
youth- the hardness of age, yet we lack the care

and wisdom that comes with it. Yet through all
this, I feel the strength of your calm:
your loss is but temporary- to crawl
before the walk, so none more shall cause you harm.

So, to my fallen angel, I cry "Stand!
Taste the air of happiness". Your time has begun;
you are free from the shackles of my hand,
for soon, my dear, you shall be more than one.