"...will never take me anywhere but here"

The best end of a day comes in dreary shadow. Creeping like a cat through the spaces between us, licking the light from our eyes and carrying us into the velvety depths. In the moments after your passing I think about all that passed in those in between moments. Of the tumble of time and the decay of stagnation found in the dark moment of our past.

Memories rust away in the dim glow. Potential crumpling itself into a ball of decay, ripe with the anxious passing of time. As each moment slips into the next, a tumbling avalanche of time, dominos of lost moments leading into the future, I slip into the same moment. I think the same thoughts. I lose sight of the same goals.

As these thoughts spill together, I get lost in the moment I realize that I have never said goodbye, and as I close my eyes, blinded by these words, I realize, I never said hello either.