It felt like forever in our fingertips,
Rocks flung from commitment-phobic palms
into a cacophony of water,
indifferent to our suffering.
And as we screamed obscenities,
unforgotten injustices,
into the river,
there was peace for a flickering moment.
A contradiction,
one second of feeling broken and whole;
empty and everything.
It was like forever in our fingertips—
A feeble forever that
we tied to those rocks
and half hurled from our bodies.
A forever that was sucked away,
involuntarily dismissed,
like the laughs bubbling from our lungs,
like the tears leaking from our eyes.
It was like forever in our fingertips,
slipping away because it never existed.
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