Our crescent is waning, love

our time is trickling away and we have yet to speak those words of apologies and excuses to one another

we’re losing, love

I never expected us to do anything but

I had hoped that we would lose ourselves within each other, indifferent to time

but we lost our selves with out each other to take comfort in, hyper-aware of the time we were losing

we’ve lost, love

not with fortitude

with cowardice

passivity

I won’t remember you, love