Have the thoughts of happiness been lingering in your conscious memories of what we were and hopes of what we could be? Stalwart lover, too afraid to cross the binds of companionship. As if staring from a distant clifftop across the sea into your starry gaze. I see the life of what we could be. Dreams, fragmented and quarreled. Warm summer rain that runs through our bodies, the constellations shining in our hearts. Love older than the cosmos, passion stronger than the fire that burns our souls. Reality is distance, truth is separation. And so passes the time that could have been what we could be.