A single moment

That lives in infinity

With just enough clarity

To make you weak.

A singular lapse of judgement

Where you are forced

To either cry

Or leave.

Wishing takes it away

Through viscosity though

We can go to a whole new level.


Tears stream down the face

Of a man that regrets nothing

Unless it harms him

In some way.

Nobody is there for him

Nobody will be there for him

Because of so many

He wasn’t there for

In his life.