for anyone anymore
there is a reason why it does
—why?
It was that vertigo whose words
broke her heart’s walls;
there, a tear falls,
heavy, burdened with her grief.
Indeed, that wound beat in spirals
and became a shattered mirror
where time was nothing but fragments
drawn into her tension’s shadow.
But he hardly stopped,
trying to reach his end.
And again, another tear falls.
Another follows.
There was no reason
—there wasn’t.
Yet their hearts rose
once the nights of their depths met.