Sometimes I don't want to remember or be remembered.
Sometimes I just want to be traceless. Leaving no memory, no impression, no scar.

I have fallen from this road that leads no where.
Hanging by a thread.
My hands are too full of loss to hold on.
But still I won't forget.
You were all that connected me to this world.
You and my regrets.
If I let go and let you go,
All dust would turn to death.

I live through the future in my mind, and the past in my presence. I am always out there, somewhere, but never here in the present.

I still remember you, and I am still waiting for you, I am afraid that if I give up, afraid that if I forget, nothing will ever last, nothing will ever matter.

I live in your past, and you live in my future, that is why we will never meet, even though both of us are always in the present.

I would be your shadow,
The stardust in the wind,
The fleeting image behind the mirror,
The spectre of time.

I would be at home,
trapped in the event horizon
of our first, last, and only event
In our space and time,
Letting my soul pulled by yours through eternity.

I would love to ride into the past and never return, so I can forever be in your present.