because she always appears,
without an umbrella,
from the very forest they would
swear was theirs forever.
Inseparability loses its
resistance.
And still clinging to his gun,
he forgets why he believed
all life was gone
when he clashes into her again
like a ballroom dance vaguely
moving as wedding gowns do.
She is endless amounts of film,
capturing a second more,
are there really no chasms?
They gasp and shudder
on a forsaken street with
no green lights; they are
children not forming words
but sinking breaths into each other...
thinking that not knowing
is where real pain lies.
