Forgotten Love

And here i arrive at the lovers gate, Steering thoughts to captivate the ferrying notions of our fate, the empty, quiet, familiar state. Alas it's come to say goodbye as i knock on yesterday's door, no confidence or measure no laughter, no more. as we continue in our absence we fade our memories in weary complacence, like festering leaves among the steps, leaning over the window ledge coffee morning toast, bed we eliminate the dread of the past undead. just so we can forget and adjust and forever pass-by in forgotten love.