off that.
layers of tainted moments
that were carried away with
the dusty wind at dusk, you remain
hiding beneath layer and layers
of juvenile moments that have
been tossed into the sea
of forgetting and repositioning
in the sea of change, they're gone.
but yet, you find a way to
hide beneath these passed moments
that were not shared, that are now
marred and coated in disdain.
we've both traveled on the same path
for far too long and our feet wiped away its
accurate destination, and that's where we fell off.
and since we fell off, i've been off.
now, won't your eyes
see something new?
