... suddenly
I become a part of your past, I'm becoming the part that don't last
I'm losing you and its effortless-
Over my head Augustana
detached
watching something happen from a
safe distance
when you exert no energy
sometimes things just
fall apart on their own
drift away the way clouds do
Your hands neither start or stop them
no words slow the motion
they were here then
gone
So, now I keep my hands in my pockets
my thoughts too
.