We sat on the edge
of the roof
that night, a
frighteningly tall building,
daring to look
down, fearless

your hand in mine,
I felt the power
of one compact
moment, that precariously
placed domino that
finally tips and
cascades from that
point and forward,
forward to the end
of our lives

it seems we spent
the whole of our existence
placing pieces, gently
oh so gently, tender
with the obsessive
touch of
perfectionists
until the night we
were finally ready
to live

and that was the
night that love
arrived, tipping over our
first piece before
we had even placed
our last

and now we were
frantic,
panting and full of
passionate fear as we
tried to position
the climactic scenes of
our ending,
love chasing us, hunting

(readyornothereicome)

why do we spend
so much time positioning
and repositioning
the fragile pieces
of our lives

and so little time
basking in the chaos of love
as it topples them over?

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