A gulp of the throat, a gasp of air
A reluctant glance, a whisper
The apologetic eyes, the clenched fists
a bitten lip, to stop the words
the turning head, stealing a look
By now, it should have been forgotten.
By now, the life he dreamt of must have started.
By now, the life she dreamt of should have started.
But here we are, at a singular olden moment
and the air just hangs refusing to move,
refusing to alter the very nature of the hearts
Is it all gone? will it all go?
Is time still, or is it just them?
Oh, but wait.
They were never here.
They never happened.
So nothing was ever lost.
Nothing ever gained.
No memory was theirs to keep
By now, they should have known
By now, it has stopped to matter
By now, they are used to it.
A reluctant glance, a whisper
The apologetic eyes, the clenched fists
a bitten lip, to stop the words
the turning head, stealing a look
The memory flooding back.
Each moment remembered
By now, it should have been forgotten.
By now, the life he dreamt of must have started.
By now, the life she dreamt of should have started.
But here we are, at a singular olden moment
and the air just hangs refusing to move,
refusing to alter the very nature of the hearts
Is it all gone? will it all go?
Is time still, or is it just them?
Oh, but wait.
They were never here.
They never happened.
So nothing was ever lost.
Nothing ever gained.
No memory was theirs to keep
By now, they should have known
By now, it has stopped to matter
By now, they are used to it.
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