the two of us in enough of love
to stay afloat and none of us drown
strike fear in the gods with our howls
broken to bits in pieces we lay
on top of a book of poems
thinking this just might be home
we helped ourselves, somehow never filled
our emptiness left unsated
permanence forever faded
i'd sit here a charlatan
as we get closer to snow
if I said that I don't miss your hold