somewhere else

we are down on our knees
it’s too late
we have already fallen.
love does not beat the odds
always
it may do
at occasions
when extreme passion takes over and the thin line between “al3aql w al la 3aql” mesh and become invisible
i tried
i failed
you tried
you failed
there is no point in re re re re emphasiing that the past was great
that the happy moments are repeatable
that we can be what we were
if
i
change
and i say that we can feel like we did
if you change
and
niether of us has to
or wants to
and then i sit up, lean over and stare into the distance
and i see us heading somewhere else…