There is no past in this world,
just echoes; Shadows remain.

You and Me.
Right Now.

Eclipse shimmers peek round our silhouettes.
We speak in the same room Now.

We'll soon reassume our assumptions.
We won't forget our conclusions.

Memory is All, we are Now, the two of Us.
The reflections in crossing ripples of thought.

Wave as I echo away for awhile.
Shadows always return.