Whatever was spoken; whatever was done; whatever kisses were given.
Value everything below it's worth, forget everything said and start from the sky once more.

The chances given and all of the lost; a woodsy wilderness promised two more days; change brought another promise broken.

Walking forward with the wings on your ankles carrying you around, so thin a body I swear could float over the ground.

Your wings grew and as soon as you landed you were gone, leaving behind a scent, a presence, some feathers from your wings.

Whatever was intended; whatever was justified; whatever was always taken for granted.
Lighter Kisses I have not known, from who I expected a violent reaction I received tranquility.

A night's silent activity, unreal covers still sweating without moving, without speaking a single word for fear of something outside this room; for respect of one and another's past.

Walking backwards and landing on lighter kisses and the wings on your feet. So short a time never owning time at all.

You were no one until a Friday afternoon and I was something until you kissed me behind everyone's back.

Well now the world has turned around and you have flown.
You're a story and nothing more.