Casually Falling

Could you hear the smile wash over my body?

The graceful way your name slipped off my tongue.

There was no denying we were six feet under,

And felt three thousand miles above.

Neither of us had seen such an undertaking,

We hadn’t pressed the brakes.

Silent words and high pitched actions paved our avenue.

No plans were conceived for a definition,

That would cause unrest.

Simplicity was golden, and we held the key.