A Mirrored Reply: To Her

To: Her

I float on, and reality overcomes the unknown

finally. We float on.

The railing guides me

and I guide you with your hand nestled inside mine.

My breath flutters and my lungs shake, softly.

Cigarette taste, dry mouth,

and hearing, “I love you”

and soft lips collide.

Fireworks in our minds

while sparks fall dead at our feet.

- Him