And So Forth

We were filled with moonlight,
even before dusk set in,
and this gave me temporary sanity,
and then euphoria,

We were intoxicated with our past,
fixed on the idea of embellishing what was good,
in an attempt to make it great,

There were twinkle lights that promised to twinkle,
even in an outage,
but they dimmed alongside our optimism,

There was a hollowing,
a constant hollowing of our happiness,
the way a pumpkin is gutted of its innards,

And all the while, we stumble,
we apologize,
we disembark,
while watching the Sun dance with the Fata Morgana,

because we needed it to,
because

because