On the jagged verge of every invisible fear, dream, cry, we coast.
Days pass by too counted and rushed as we begin the endings
And prepare to define what now consumes us by pictures and forgotten names,
Shelved and categorized and too soon polished or anguished with age.
And someday we’ll wish back with every heavy breath and wonder why we thought we meant it
Or maybe know for sure we did.
Whether we did it right or not at least we lived like we believed it.
What we said in whispered secrets, choosing those unconscious to admire around corners and through ribs.
At least remember and understand I saw you when they were blind.
We pulled plugs and built walls but proclaimed no regrets.
We drove fast through tornadoes to feel ourselves breathe.
But only crumpled calendars will grasp what we missed and value what we lied.
The planes and cars we use escaping will undo our plans with ease.
When we return the here and now will never match again.
