That one last song of truthful whispers,

Succumbing to the fear of moving, resonating distance,

And naïve hopes that all that was between us

Would cease not with remembrance but solace

Found at the end of those illusions, lost in thought,

Beyond smooth shades of ignorance or kindness wrought,

Leaving a future open to revert within itself,

A tingle hoped, yet outpaced by those regrets still felt,

And stillness that won’t mystify you out of drift,

With an existence conjured, not one that would bridge this rift.

(inspired by the sounds of ‘Love song’, by Max Richter)