let us not forget.

it's not the moments we can't handle,
those broken seconds of dischord and atrophy,
where traversing the globe becomes unneeded;
it's the ones where breath reaches neck
where we fall inside our steps
more then appreciative and direct
of what is here.
how it's held.
when is now.
(he'd fall on that steeple)
(just to be with you)
(he'd break both his ankles)
(just to walk beside you)