Sad Labels: love
alone makes its presence known. softly it cuts.
the creases in the maps flaunt their places. the epiphany of when stutters. dense with words we never said.
a bridge underfoot. trembling against the wind. an economy of choices. that leaves us poorer yet.
it was never far. it was always there. on the other side of hopelessness.
thieves in our skins. a masquerade of moments. the masks we wear becoming permanent.
we've come so far. and we're still no closer to gettting there.