When was the instant the progression ceased?
An unwelcome silence… and uninvited peace
The regulator of time is now at a standstill
New-fangled truths have yet to be revealed
If I would have known… this wasn’t everlasting
If I would have known… what the movement was masking
If somebody told me the end would be so soon
Maybe I would have never departed from the room
Movement was so accurate… but now it’s sad to say
Recently you’ve only been true a couple times a day
The connection between us is fading away…
What could be causing such a prolonged delay?
Is it a fault of my own… I have yet to greet?
Or is it your own greed… lust… and deceit?
Your stagnant figure… your heartless kiss
I yearn for your touch… but your arms remain stiff’

-Jon Chambers

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