what now is true

there's a fear
of flying
"what's-the-use
in-trying"
attitude of
let down
even before
i touch ground

there's a lack
of something
that was there
before nothing
when we met
as a child

when we were wild

are we the last ones
to linger
in a love that
has stingers
and no perfect
memories
but all the wrong
sensories?

are we the first ones
to disappear
from over there
to beyond here
in such swift
succession
without giving thought
to mention

what once was true

what happened
to me and you?

(true)