Some of our scars join up
Like ink lines on two torn
Parts of a treasure map.
My heart asks hers:
"You wouldn't happen to
Carry the other half of
This medallion?"
Oh, this new love between
Old souls.
We embrace the mortality
Of infatuation, and our flirtations
With Death,
Our ancient, common friend.
Live every day together like we
Did our first one,
Each one apart as if it's the last.
Yes, we'll lose each other.
But let's wait a while,
While my bad heart and your
Cells that always will carry the
Threat of relapse
Save the last,
Beautiful dance for
Each other.
Some of our
Scars line up
Perfectly.
They've taken us
This far, adventurer.
I know your legs aren't tired
Yet.