where when

So the night came, as it had to,
and with it, awkwardness, seeping through
every furtive glance, every nervous shift and
jerk of our bodies. Every uncertain smile and chuckle.
Borne out of the passing of days, weeks,
a year perhaps, and i wonder where the time has truly
gone;

from my perch of melancholy, up upon the cliffs
of a thousand, fading memories, above the mere ephemeral – where paths quickly crossed are soonest erased, and what pleasure gleaned oft leaves a bitter-sweet aftertaste –

that time is in the grave.

Have you grown up, or have we simply grown apart? No longer
to thrill, exasperate, confound, frustrate, encourage, share,hurt, laugh with, worry, teach, learn from
one another.

The chasm yawns ever more greatly, with the relentless
expiration of each moment. Will it all too soon
prove to be a mirage? The test of time is begun
and then we shall know, what holds firm, holds true
will stand in the swirl and gasp of eternity,
what does not, will darken, will dim
as the light of the present gives way to endless night.