here we are, in this place
where once upon our time
every day was maybe
going to be the one
we were waiting for
floating ghost-like through
crumbled castles
and ancient bones
that rose and fell
waiting for that day
without ever seeing it
we lay down in a grave
beside the bones
when the camera pans up
headstones become dots
thousands of sentences
each ending in a dot
now we rise and and wander
the ruins, frightening everyone
who glimpses us out of the corner
of their eyes, as they try to imagine
what it might have been like
to live here, so long ago
we grab the bones
beat them against the walls
and scream until the
ghosts and guests
have all left
silent now as we walk
hand in hand
pausing among the cool columns
for a kiss