We were ticking away
Never minding the essence of time
Spacing and returning frail memories
Crushed my innards

Mentioning losing you
Really occurred

I broke the backbone
Of our suspense before
The leaves transported
Us to the post future

Moderate thoughts typing away
Observing the cracks opening
Up in my palms,
Separating the lies from the truth

I'm holding onto a visual
Deep within my own breath

All promises reside
In the recycling bin
To be re-used.