Fornlorn in Love

The smoke sits and curls in planes in the air.

I lose myself in this place,

and I just want you to lose yourself here too. 

But we are different. 

Like ends of the spectrum

like fire and rain,

like music and silence.

We are disillusioned

to think our differences

make us forlorn in the way of our love.

I've removed the mask that has covered my eyes,

and I can see

The choices I didn't make last time,

and they are staring me right in the face.

But this time,

I will make the right choice. 

I will chose you.