We broke the Tick or the Tock.
  Not sure which but time has never
  been on time ever since. The world's
  out of sync. We were as one in love.
  You speak in whispered echos from
  shadows now. I barely hear or see
  you anymore. I dream of you perfect.
  One of us is dead without the other.

Bethinking

The blossom

The flourish

Hitherto the withering

One backward glance

Time ravages beauty

Daydreams are
dangerous;

they carry this false
happiness

that confuses our anxiety.
Then they leave us,

vulnerable to cope
with our reality.

Sandoval

I thought
we were once
so close,
knit together
close enough
to know
what's it like,
to be ghost
to each other,
yet wandering
out into our
own colourful
way of life,
just that
we are
chasing
different
colours now.