The lines when you look back are so long
Differently suspended all the time
Having looked up I was convicted with a sound
Of shadows talking lower in the night
There was obviously effort in the past
You were close, we took comfort in the sound
Of the air in places that we hadn't found.
O honey, we're sinning!
We forget
So long, slowly, we draw out our suspicions on the past
When we realized that we surely couldn't last
On an impulse reaction of our ideas on the future.
So long, you got away from everything relating to a possible life.