Time hath created a rift
Would it then be permissible to stray?
in spirit together but hopelessly adrift
in that perpetual ocean called dismay
Language is surely spoken,
that one cannot comprehend
The question that begs an answer
How much longer should we pretend?
The promises of long ago
We've forgotten what they mean
Mere words that sound so delightful
But now so cold and distant they seem
The best years have long disappeared
A distant memory they now are
Sadly we have no mementos
only the remnants of these scars