if we are a proven fact
why is it so hard
to stay together
through the time
whispering itself
out of my ears
through a sudden
readership of
post mortem follow ups
a bad beginning
makes a bad ending
but we began so well

let's finish together
sweating and tired
eyes burning
covered
by the white fog
of the promise
of sunny mornings
rolling back
into our heads
on waves of
ecstasy