forgive me for the sins
i did not make.
let me repent
for some other souls sake.

when they talk of
the vacuum two lovers locked gazes make.
the removal of all else
except of the other and ones self.

where does everyone else go?
are they the victims of entropy,
the selfless souls who disappear
at the twitch of an eyelid?

for they are blessed and cursed
with a most wonderful scene;
Love,
       yet not meant for them.

all routes lead to the homes made in passing.

i am unable to recreate your smile.

all peaks have views wishing to be seen.

you do not want to be looked for.

                 *I will live a half-life

Now where is there to go?*
                                         \\
                                           *No where is there to go.