Forgotten are the moments missed,
the never was world
parting from this
waking reality
where I walk from
the end to nowhere.

Sweet salutations
sent to the void,
no expectation,
but still I am annoyed.

Every dream
becomes a whistle,
a tune that is
on the tip
of my tongue,
and like a specter
as soon as I think
I have captured
that diaphanous thing
it is gone.

Forgotten are
the hopes and aspirations
lost moments
in-between
the heartbeats
and their ceasing,
decreasing all
possible outcomes
as well as the
well of memories
we all sprung from.

With a sigh, the sun
Descends below the earth and
Waits for the new morn.

You push me up against the wall,
Because our love is bound to fall.
But you know what you can’t do?
You can’t save it.
You put your hands around my hips,
A taste of bitter guilt.
Your lips, my lips—
We kiss.
It’s the last time I’ll do this.
It’s over, that’s for sure.
A disaster? I don’t think so.
I’m walking out the door.
I know you’ll never find me.
You know that we’re done for.