TIME STILL, DISCONNECTED

Walking through
The scattered crowd
Alongside him,
Trying hard
To hide her fears
Of being followed,
Watched upon
She tries to deduce
The pitch of his
Soft silence, the depth
Of his winding thoughts

Primordial was his need
She, deceitfully nascent
Acting a shallow love
They walked the streets
Down to the seashore
Under the leaden skies

Feeling the warmth
Of an ancient sun,
They stood there
Facing the seas,
Time stood still
Between them-
An archaic past

The flowing tide
As youthful as ever
Pulls them to a period
Disconnected from
The past and present
A fleeting moment
In euphoric transit

The sandy shores
Slide beneath the
Nervous hold of
Their unsure feet,
They slip, drench
In the salty waters

--A moment slides
Split between a
Grimy Past and a
Flowing present--

Trying to regain herself
She pulls him close first
Then in a fancy flurry,
Pushes him into the
Roaring seas, playfully…

Last one to leave
The self vacating shore

A yellow sun, gazing

Sinks slowly, subtly
Into his usual depths…

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