Everything is moving forward.
Time has left me no space to stand still.
The disheartening transience of this effervescent attraction,
has left me in a state of unbearable ennui.
I must keep moving forward.
But is that the only choice?
For the smoldering fire that was once us,
We now lay an ashen mess.
Can’t we start over?
Make it through our lives anew?
Won’t there ever be,
Another chance for me and you?