falling has never been so effortless.
i felt the wind in my hair, the lump in my throat,
and his quickening pulse.
the silence was welcomed and inevitable just like his eyes,
a calm dewy green meadow during the sunrise,
what was there left to say?
i  am damaged, he is broken;
wholeness didnt seem like an option
before he held me underneath that diamond sky.
and now its all i think about,
a whirlwind of cosmic anomalies starting with shooting stars
and ending with an ache so deep i swear i felt the earth sigh.
standing there, between sordid history and a bright red beginning
"i think," she says pacing every heartbeat
"this feels right."