All the parachutes of fire,

Paper tears, small joys shredded,

Rains down so sweet.

I laughed and said,

‘Love the only possible end’;

Terrified of not loving again;

How long do we have each other?

I mean, why is no one talking about this?

Regrets are shivering in the wind,

Down to this day, today, wanting you.

An acrostic poem for Momoetry April Poet Month challenge – acrostic and also a kind of erasure poem mixed with a cento as almost everything is paraphrased from sections of other poems that were posted here at Tiny Hearts