Both of us know that it’s impossible
to keep living as though the tide will stay
the same level on the sand, as though this
day in our memories can lead our lives
by the hand forever.  

“Once you said you were in love it became
clear that it was as the sun; once over
then under, repeating a physical
unfeeling cycle but I will always need
inconsistencies more.”

If you ever said it again I’d know
it was as always a lie of epic
proportions, your craft of sorts that you hold
over our heads like a mobile that we
gaze up at like lovers gaze at the stars.

None of us can know forever, for in
our human lives nothing stops stopping,
nothing stops ending. Love and hate and fear
all grow and die but none are infallible
and every emotion eventually fades.

Yet when you look at me it’s as though this
tide will stay, as though this sun will shine on
and the clouds will roll away; the grass will
sway in constant warm breeze despite this gaping
hole you made with every word you ever said.