Better to Have

Sometimes I think I’d do anything to never have to go back to that place, to that time, but then again you were there. And then again, when things were good--- but, they weren’t always. We became tissue paper in a fish bowl, at some point it was clear the disintegration was inevitable. I wish we had never fallen so far, or taken tandem masters to jump. It was always better when it was just you and I. When we were something they couldn’t understand. You were always better off my secret, and I yours. Wrapped between pinky promises, we were safe. We gave up that safety for visibility… never having met the light to see how it fractured. Perhaps, we were better off in the dark, looking to the skyline for light, where it could stay hope for tomorrow. At least we cannot regret-- but still I do…