Yes! Another epic poem! a brilliant
(fake) smile
and
a small kiss for the camera
two pairs of blue windows
one blank
and one mischievous
silver and tan skin glimmer in the darkened basement
intertwined through the years spent together in rapport
a silence kept
in fear of waking the dead
(who will not, of course, wake)
and a loud laughter
that drifts across the ruptured space