it's a sudden ache.
the kind that is perpetuated
by a memory i thought
had already caved in on itself,
destroyed without being noticed.
time is constant,
at least maybe in this known universe.
i had always believed we'd have more of it,
more moments to cherish,
more hours to plan the future.
but with time comes change,
also another constant in the
ever expanding fabric of existence.
she was here and for a moment
and I thought she would stay forever.
maybe i should remind myself
of the constants and realize
that she is not one of them.
but time will keep running
and i will fail to remember.
but i will remember this:
the smeared lipstick
reaching your cheek,
your mascara tears tainting
your pretty face as they run down.
You know they're done
by unwanted chapped lips,
but why can't you
will yourself to turn around.
an: hi. it's been a while :)