timeless

memories scattered about in postcard form
mingle with coffee stained kisses
that lingered on brains still taking shape
from cookie cutter hearts that are slightly
disformed
hands that can't type truth
struggle with vague outlines of dreams
and shattered realities that are still
hoping to etch out some existence
before retreating to be born again
anew

confessions linger on the tips of tongues
meant to fiddle and fool with lives
still uncovering and recovering
from footsteps and handprints and blueprints
dipped in hope and set in slow motion
once
seemed like not so long ago
when said between friends whose eyes
tell a million stories
with few endings and only one past
path

* thanks to jack for editing