Last day of college.
The world around her screams in glee.
Almost oblivious, they all frolic.
Momentary un-lock of commitment;
Summer's come.
Energy's residue; heat; young sentiment.
The centre piece, just for the hell of it.

Though detached she is.
Flung in her own, she reclines.
Where Time holds her still, to nourish
And throw away when it decides.
Where enough suns have fallen for the tarnish to be justified.

Can you blame her?
Who else can one find.
Where the one attached has withered and died.
For that is love;
An inexorable tie.
A close trust.
Founded on the lie of an eternal bond.

Where the soul is gone
And all that is left is the tune, the song.
The Melody, the beat that repeats on and on and on
(You must be creative to be able to move)
That's what love does

I do not sit idly on what could have been
*I stay forever on what was!