Faint whispers, hot breath caressing skin
Fingers entwined together like puzzle pieces perfectly fitting
Face to face, gazes held on tight
Forehead touching lightly as if sharing thoughts and secrets
Figuring out all the what ifs and whys
Finally, just all the places travelled and left for nature to grow over
Deserted and dried up
Monuments crumbling into dust, swept away by the wind
Sands of time quickly falling down
Unable to be caught and brought back up again
People continue walking pass the old man on the side walk
Horses graze on the farm, eating fresh green grass
The sun rises and sets when it's supposed, to bringing day and night
Trees grow taller and higher with leaves changing with the season
Withering away for Autumn and Winter
Frost bites numbing toes and limbs
Everything moves on
But some things still linger