Till feathers flock apart,

The barrier will remain cold in distance.

As the lungs remember every breath we held in,

The hearts remember every piece that had fallen off.

...

While the black coats hides everything good.

It shines a melancholy whisper.

Tethered in the same diamonds that we wished for since day one.

We didn't chuckle at the sound of our voices,

But we chuckled because...

We were haphazard moths trying to stick to light.

...

We were spoons that were desperate to taste a scoop of sugar,

But alas, we had found a molded cheerio that lied under the oven.

And as we pick it up; like our lives, we wondered about its origin

And as it slides down the trash can

Not a sound to be heard but by our ears...

We realize what is too late.