An Eclipsed Honeymoon

our voices were louder than the music
we embodied the marbled sky
in that moment we were so sure — 
the right time, place, you and i

but, as always, nothing remained static
our voices subsided, eventually overwhelmed by the music
the darkness seemed to shroud our true selves and converted us to stoics
our hidden faces prolonged and prevented what might’ve cued it

our faces were shrouded, but our hearts were overflowing with evidence
my heart in tune to yours, yours without even the subtlest of remnants
it was all over then, but i held on
knowing what we had was good, but now we’re past gone

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