The heart has died a time or two
Yet, the courage still remains
A new narrative
A fiction rooted in truths
In a world in flames
With a villain called Love
As the story goes
The sun loved the moon
As the waves kiss the shore
And the hero is death
Pitted to lose
For love and life are but the great devils
Descended the gods from the heavens
For in our back story we were lovers
Chasing inspiration
Weaving the old into the new
Treating the pestilence
With simple kisses
Consumed by hope
Seeing something that isn't there
Careful not to bite
We don't forget, what is always there
And sometimes it's so unreal
There will always be some mornings that we will forget where we are and we'll reach for one another across the endless scapes of the mattress we call home