I slipped
on a peal of your sweet laughter
and fell
into happily ever after
the land
that we know doesn’t really exist
in time
through our mutual love-clouded mist
We’d see
Through disbelieving tears of wonder
That we
Could be easily rendered asunder
A kiss
Withheld, a sideward glance
All steps
Taken toward our parting dance
We held
Each other so very near
In hopes
We wouldn’t have to hear
Last words
Whispered with bated breath
This love
Has lived unto its death.
The Big Picture 