Its funny where we thought we were but really weren’t.
All those promised “i do’s” and forgotten “i love you’s”,
They sit in a corner at an angle which seems to mock my blindness.
To believe in something so truly and so desperately.
Lying somewhere close to what resembles what could have been.
But never quite getting close enough to touch it.
We played it safe, never undressing the present nor caressing the future.
On the edge of what could be and what was- we waited.
It felt familiar but in some ways distant and cold yet it consumed us.
Looking out into the horizon we watched it evolving without our manipulation.
Maybe we willed it to die for fear of the unknown, for fear of what we would be powerless to.
It was easier to exist between the fire and the rain.
But did we ever even exist?