Oh, what great numbness permeates these restless hips!
Oh, what sardonic musings play across a mind, unloved.
To crawl into this moment, wrapped tight in its silence, would be such sweet relief.
Yet still, one must go on, as moments do.
They tell me nothing stays in one place forever.
They tell me the only things that moments cradle are memories and forsaken hope.
Oh, to be like the rain, and cling to nothing much longer than the weathered storm's subsidence.
To be like the rain, and fall away in a moment.