Evanescence

We must slowly fade into each other’s past!

No questions asked.

The superfluity of sentiments will urge on to search for reasons,

But what is the use.

There is no need for a closure.

We must be allowed to move-in and move-out

Of each others’ song -

A phantom-like wisp, devoid of any physical reality,

A floating abstraction lost in the lacuna between time and space.

The last note of the dying song will echo for a while

Ttill it wanes into nothingness.

And we will again reach a point for a beginning.

That is how we preserve beauty of time.

That is how we move on.