all of the streets were littered with his broken voice
where raindrops and bad days were all evaporated
into the ribbons of water within her eyes
every lipstick ring from late nights were part
of a separate screening, another person, another life.
His footprints faded, bringing him closer to the smell
of her perfume. Her voice was his movement.
All of the broken hearts and sins were released
for her eyes to turn over and question. Except she never did
Not even once. She was her and he was him.
the moment was the moment
there was no such thing as lies and hurt in the world
they built that night. A world separate from their old selves.
Humans meeting and crashing into the infinite parts
of each others souls.
Living in what they could promise:
one day at a time.