Its been a week
of falling apart
though the night makes me believe
we are fine
so i pull over the curb
click the key into the lock
step into the shower
meanwhile
bullets keep flying over
a war ravaged world
gulping a draft of water
i hold my breath lying next to you
all is fine, we believe as we make love
In the foreground of a 70s number
meanwhile
bullets keep flying over
a war ravaged world
In the cusp of a rising fall
we forget that we are not meant
for each other
even if for a brief while
night is the light that stops us
from falling apart
like frayed, dead leaves.