(Music: Endgame - Alice In Winter)

A wave of silenced thoughts

with no hard feelings

but just fear

that emptiness will turn out full

overflowing into sandy leftovers

of a love never happened

but willed too much

for hope on the go

forgotten in transit

between eyes that did not meet

bridged by a desire imagined to be mirrored

 when it only sank to transience

of minds fallen to mirages of shadows

appeared in one too many moments

of unkept realities

let go to happen

unconstrained to remembrance

or happiness forgotten

in a place too desolate

and wishes spread like notes

of a posthumous nocturne

played out before we knew

the horrors of unbroken promises

of vows not taken

but so willed

to just be there for each other

in presence shared for moments

driving us both to hold onto dreams

of hopeless madness

 to be understood in blinks and nods 

of disagreement

like just another whisper softly spoken 

but so painfully accepted to just be 

the truth behold

that oneness doesn't just belong

but enslaves

to sacrifices ending all those games

that maybe happened

or were just uncertainty reflected

in loneliness misunderstood