The Ropes of Our Yesterdays

This love story of ours
is starting to feel fictional
we've destroyed our bodies
and dissolved into a world
that only we know the entrance into
my words echo 
both our longings and sufferings
the ropes of our yesterdays
we swing on to remind us
to not get drunk on our egos
and give reverence
to wisdom of days passed
the past crumbles away
and the Creator reminds us
of what does not exist.