waiting till wednesday

the shrill feeling of promise renewed
without sight or consciousness or will to breathe
we plunge without reservation
without need to see the ledge
without cause for hesitation
we do it just because
and the promise of things anew
we do it for each other
for which it stands no more worthy cause
from inauspicious being
to promise without border
we hold our hearts in awe of the ability to still feel
to hear songs and make words the same at 32 as we did at 13
the same at 28 as we did at 12
when day three sounds like day one
we made a day for day twelve
from the beginning I see the end
embellished the middle in my own thoughts a time or two
from shared darkness
its more confusing and more trouble than its worth
joint birthdays was advantage three if you are keeping count
if fantasy matches reality
I've been here a time before
if fantasy matches reality
we should nightcap
I'd hate to wait until the beginning again