There’s always hope, till you don’t word it. You can always escape a good bye with a see you. You can rush the hug over the blaring horn of a bus. You tell yourself to look ahead when you are racing through a flashback. You dont hold hands cos they will be that difficult to let go. You laugh cos you know the tears wont stop once they start. You embrace a crowd and drown them all. Time stops... you leave a piece of you, and from then all the way through... hoping some day to trace back the pieces, and pick up from where you left....set the clock in motion!
n life as i walk on em