Back again, as though I never left
Still does not compute
Begs a new definition
Is it this?
Is it that?
Enough

Why can’t it just be a European romance
No plans and no promises
Things work out so beautifully and perfectly
And you just dance
Until the song ends
Then you part when it stops working
Unceremoniously as it began
And thank God that you had what you had

While someone watching the movie version cries
Crying
For things that aren’t forever
And things that aren’t perfect
And things that aren’t safe
Wishing to be,
Themselves,
Beyond human.