Poem: Disarmed

we were drunk on LOVE –

it dripped down our throats like water

                with such ease, we never dared question

answers to the should've? could've? would've?

                seem to fail us, leaving us certain we went the wrong way

but there is no storybook simple path

                they are what they are, no matter what names we give them

                and only if we follow we see where they lead

take the good with the bad and break the shell

just like wine ages, memories form into pearls

                what we are now, was decided in the past

what we will become requires devotion to time

we can't be the same as we were when we met

for we ignited feelings we could never imagine

like two matches burning together

as the snow gently surrounds the space into silence

then you smile at me – and I'm...

                               DISARMED.

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