my current temporary state, 17 May, 12.00pm
let me occupy your mind while you do mine.
When hours are created,
measurements are written,
expiry dates are confirm
and time continues to waste
our taste faded
and reformed,
renewed,
then they say
we have come
to go.
It must have been painful,
since he meant much more to you,
that he forgot,
he had a life there
and she had been stranded
far too long.
He came back
to realize
all seems untied,
just loose ends.
For such short pleasure,
he left his norm life
to be wasted.
Too much maybes, baby.