• whirling around in a circle
    feelings are lost before they've begun
    it's true that absence makes the heart grow fonder
    but absence also lends time to move on
    will you lose interest?
    or remember the things I've said?
    as the rebound of cathedral bells
    fades to something black and dead
    just how real was I to you?
    a silhouette against the ending sun
    a shadow cast across your feet
    a body strewn across the street
    your planted mourning roses
    die beneath the stained-glass sill
    as you forget
    and time bends still.