maybe we should
fall in love with
people,
who can't help you
up from the fall,

and when you finally
manage to get up

with or without the better half's full help,

you fall in love again and you "fall".


all this crazed joy
and screaming and ecstatic moaning,

about finding the one who
helps you up each time,


you get up,
you look at the courageous him
or the seraphic her,

and both of you are like - "Was that it? Okay.. now what?"





...both of us know...
it's not like how it used to be
...we need to use some space..



m.g.