Where We Land

With the slightest touch I grow wings And I am able to see the things I couldn't before. A second chance to grab on with both hands. I believe everything happens for a reason, The path of your smile lies in wait. Finding excess need. The times I couldn't catch my breath. The maturity of being open. To elope in a touch that brings the next moment that much closer. The pretense of spending my time soaring known that you were the reason why. The full disclosure of trust in a none apologetic moment. The only problem is figuring out where we land. Do we even have to come back.