See these years, 

they have passed, 

long and hard, 

but 

fleeting 

still. 

And see there’s us, 

but a glimpse 

in the neverending 

ups 

and 

downs. 

A constant happening 

that we knew 

was somewhere in the 

line 

of 

time, 

a fractured line 

where things that were possible 

bloomed 

at 

once. 

See these lines 

crackling around our smiles there, 

they were once smooth and fine 

and 

barely 

there. 

We were there 

living in a golden time, 

a place where in time and space- 

everything 

aligned 

and 

nothing went, 

and see this memory 

tucked in the corner there- 

that’s 

the 

one 

we thought 

would glow forevermore. 

But now we’re here and the light 

seems 

dull 

and 

cold, 

the warmth we shared 

drenched in the heaviness of moving on- 

see this here, 

we’re 

moving 

still.