It’s almost as if it never happened.
Weeks of wind blew, and eroded away the sensation of mutual belonging.
Like a kiss, still sensible on ones lips after the saliva has dried.
The sensation of imprint eventually gives up, and fades away.
The internal circuit.
The electric wave.
No longer echoing.
Insides go hollow first.
Leaving a hardened outside shell.
Remnants to be found by future frontiers.
As I slowly continue forward while being held back.
Footsteps on a gravel path,
crack, crack,
crack, crack.