So the months have passed, years too, and we have let it go

We bided the time, stalling with our varied reasons, and now we’ll never know

Each did not want to be the first to move, the first to let some feelings show

So we suffered in our own silences, neither of us relenting, wanting it, yet stopping the flow.

So we reminisce on how it could have been, how we held on to the little sins

Each so miniscule now from hindsight

All so insignificant now in comparison to what we should have been

Now here we are with all these memories, dying, crying, bleeding inside

Because we had, still have, deep feelings that we chose to hide

We played this charade so long that we cannot seem to stop the tide

Of motions we put in play, of repeated acts by which we continue to abide.

What now, is it too late to stem our fate

To remove our masks, to meet face to faith

Could we come clean once and for all, can we erase the slate

If we value what should have been, can we afford to wait?