the only thing that lasts forever is the horizon
not love
not innocence
not beauty
not love

you took me to the other side of the continent
you practically let me by the hand
and after years and years of well-wishing
masturbating over the phone
kissing the air there we thought we'd be
we arrived
together
but the farthest apart

you took my hand in yours
fleetingly guilty
recalling where the hand had been last week
how it guided new lips onto yours
carefully

as i stared, bright-eyed, at the impossible view
and took off my shoes
to ground myself in the fact
that i'd made it

i wish i could have seen your eyes
as they saw me at my most alive