the moment

how destiny has passed us by as the moment stays, left untied.

the images carved in my mind and I am blind, so blind.

letting go was as dying slow, it was my slowest death.

and your lips pressed firmly to my ear, you said you loved me, why would I have ever believed?

grains of sand collected and I drifted.

yet, you passed me yet again, leaving me exhausted and I could not have been more remissed by my negligence of you bliss.