I have seen a lot, yet I've -
not seen enough.
It’s all been gone for so long now,
And time has forgotten us.

Mangled, crude, palettes of motion,
dizzying the senses;
All trying to deactivate,
and acknowledge the moment.

… You are eternal in thought.

I haven’t seen enough. You still
tell me, a lot.
Our faces will change in the night,
but yore memories will not.

Melodious, compulsive, silences in rhythm,
enrapturing harmonics;
Desperate to inseminate,
in which, we are broken.

… You are eternal in me.