Six Months, Six Seconds, Six Decades

Six months, six seconds, six decades.

I forget everything between the distance of an attached boy and girl.

My every piece is searching for reassurance of the nights and your soft finger

or dried arms. There is nothing but reality of the surreal finds.

I am lost notions of emotions and you are becoming friendlier each day.

Destroying aspiration of your life with a slick mormon.

So, nothing will become of the two beings that combined to the fortress of that damn confused room. For I could be lying for your mind, but I am still around your every line. Then, we fall back to holocene and recollect on our molecule that will forever live in those six months, six seconds, six decades.