Shifting States

To be promised is to foretell
Of a lie that will forever be falsehood

She walks over calm as usual, then notices him,
Happy and excited she runs to his arms.

When they preach of their affections for another,
Truly they are fulfilling the expectations of the other.
There is an unspoken, mutual agreement of dispatch;
To be fulfilled one day.

He is neutral in thought, sees her and loses track.
Their embrace; long and tight.
A bond promised to never be broken.

Time does not heal wounds, it alters states.
It forces constant adaptions within personas.
Neither realise that time rules all.
And with time comes complications.

She stares at him with pearlescent aqua eyes, unaware of the surroundings.
A cold chill shifts from her, a slipstream. Lost at Sea.
He loses his traction, the wind takes over, urging him forward.
The icy tomb of which he resides will be his doom.

The states in which we live change constantly.
Whether together, or alone forever.
Inevitable, as is the destruction of souls intertwined.
A young man, A young lady both left behind.

He drifts far off. Smaller. Small. Tiny.
She trails away. Floating — escaping into her pain.
He sees her one last time and to his dismay.
She too broke her promise and lifted away.

Little did they know that the temperature rose.
Again and again and again — for all those days.