Awareness
The order of things recoded and the images of them, the last is first and the first is last, the middle in its rightful place is the only constant. A familiar rendezvous, the kiss, then intimacy of a whisper to the ear. And would you know that much I can tell you the left to right chronology is moving away from the nearest now.
Longing in whispers
Shouting forsaken love
Longing in whispers
For you to come home