Excellent concluding lines.
I used to think that finding forever
was like falling
the finest collection of affections and failures
and figuring out you still wanted each other.
like a kite, tethered
just in case it would float away, I
eyed the day it would come true
that one day the scaffolding would collapse
and there’d be nothing left of me but
the friction burns of a kite string
stinging into my palms
but everyday I wake up next to you, I realize
we’re not falling or plummeting or
some kind of aerial disaster
we’re the wind itself.
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