the sun made me laugh last
night; it was small and hard
of sight, a newborn in the
too dark sky. so unlike me
and you, it hurt my fingertips.

your somber faces were enough
to keep me elated from then
till after tomorrows inevitable
rain. i laced your fingers in
mine as we walked, lack of
direction still intact, to where
we never thought we'd end up.

that is why i live.