Some information will span longer than conceived time
something I whisper into her ear could never be heard again
the hush of my breath breezing past your hair will never happen again
the slight tick you make to stop a sneeze those will be the sounds of forever
the tick of each hand of fate will be a reminder of your ill attempts to prevent nature from happening
those frost bitten mornings, where the only word spoken is "coco?" and the response some soft grumbles
the unsmoothed surface of my pale blue coffee table will always remind me of your unsmoothed lips
those lips that are forever marked from your inability to stop clamping onto them with those semi-whites of yours
this treasure trove of memories will not glisten to the unique beauty of gold, but the dried blood colour of rust
That reminds me the blood stains from our youthful pass probably should be swapped out for new linens
my hands will remind me of their ability to form around your body
creating semi-shackles between the thumb and pointer of either hand
my past coated with rust, those forevers perceived as forever take part in never again
my pale blue coffee table is now bright orange and my memories now glisten gold
I once again whisper into her ear and the hush of my breath breezes past her hair
she as well makes the ticks to prevent nature from happening
all that has changed is her name
and that those frost bitten mornings are now, Sunny afternoons, of lemon honey green tea and soft grumbles
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