time is poised distance,
indifference, with the occasional tear;
it moves like a shadow, which
hovers, simply,
an outline of a previous existence,
in no particular detail.

time slams shut, silences,
pensive and unmoved; it invents
faces of another, of others never known...

Stay, stay,
until the ageless day,
linger as two bodies, eye to eye,
before the stars fell from a naked sky,
revisit,
remember --

no, time is forget.