A Wrong Turn

Reckless

We stole the hours from

Night and laughed,

Tomorrow dying in each

Rain-beaten whisper.

Carefree and reckless, we

Flung the breathless

Promise of our

  thousand moments to the

wind and

  somewhere, as we danced

between the trains and

  borrowed words,

I caught your smile and

wept.

“Release me?” you cried

And I bound my words

  About your aching fear.

“Always!” I said,

The burnt dawn pierced by

truth’s unbending, bitter

stem.