We‘re both happy in our conjoined sadness. The darkness of the streets keeps our hearts comfort but you still cry. For the memories have come back as suddenly as they‘d left. Why today?
The sea weeps in beautiful glory as the sun sets, setting fire to the sky.
Maybe we‘ve had too much wine to be contemplating the meaning of life and love. Perhaps one beer less would have kept us from crying together on the balcony.
The lonely guitar in the distance guides our minds to days long gone, days with no future because they‘ve been pillars of the past for far too long. Still, they‘re the only ones that matter to us.
A punch in the stomach to make you see that you haven‘t lost yet. Not like me.
My friend, we are beggars of the heart. And our currency is love.