Falling Out
As time passes by, I wonder if it's one infatuation I will get over. Some parts of me wish we remain but as we sit in silence with relentless thoughts of our past, I can't help but think this might just be the end. Blank stares turn into photographic memories undone -- as if the canvas was never painted on. And in just a blink of an eye, we collapse to the sound of our heartbeat and dance to the tragic sound of what was once, at least, considered a fantastical happily ever after.
Goodbye old friend.













