loaded with garnished words
all the praise and faith
the voyage to extract my obliterated courage
an adhesive that held us together
you were my rising star
a spotlight that made all the audience disappear
with your umbrella flying us up to the sky
soaring through the clouds up to the moon
as you hung on every word i claimed
a rehearsal to conquer our tarnished souls
and emerge less injured and slightly brave

© jacob greb — from lovers’ tiff: a ballad