We can't make it.<br/><br/>I waited. Ecstasy anticipation. Played.<br/><br/>The scene over and over and over. Again. We can't make it. Not tonight.<br/><br/>The stairs, steep incline. A journey topples you. Heels over head over toes. We can't.<br/><br/>I said no. No. Again. Your toes, gnarled topple over your boorish head over everything that has been healed.<br/><br/>I toppled you, king. Check. Check. Mate.<br/><br/>And we crowned each other, congratulated each other on our own incredibility.<br/><br/>Good. Good. Because I said no and I dodged when you toppled head over heals over toes over boorish head. Over and over and over again.<br/><br/>I say no always I mean yes. Catch me as you topple.<br/><br/>Tra la la down the garden path, onto the trye swing and we're flying again.