We forgot about love…
And simmered between the currents lust offered
The moments in between that battle of falling,
Deeply, momentarily became a faint whisper.
How often does autumn remind us to forget stillness?
And how often does the sun remember the lonely shade?
The freedom of becoming nothing more than what is
What was the end is beginning to forget love
Stirring the souls before the outcome of promises
We never mentioned that hands grasped in togetherness
Completely crumbles inside the ache of longing
We forget about love to just be…he, me …we
Passionately succumbing to the notion of fearlessly forgetting
Because love wants to take the freedom
And run
Stealing heart beats and freeing tear drops
When love is to be remembered and not forgotten
With us
