devil and drink carried away the rest

I don't write poetry very often. Mostly because I'm not so good at it. But hey, if I've got it, I might as well publish it.

Interruption:
and only in this way
did we find ourselves
alone in the world,
or rather,
alone in ourselves.
And with wordless affection
we slipped silently
into the future,
passively waiting
for the other to move.