Promising Past to Promise of Future

They walk through the past,
His hand in his pockets,
Instead of holding her hand
Of fire,
And instead of looking at him
She lets the lips of her gaze
Simply brush against the happiness around them,
Where everyone wears a smile,
Bought cheaply-
The world’s own clearance sale.
But she just walks,
And he just talks,
And oftentimes they switch roles
All the while sharing
The task of ignoring
The promise they walk with.
Distractions waltz in
Grasping the hands of fire
And the hands of ice
Pulling them into a dance
Til death.
She embraces memory
And he fondly looks to future
And oftentimes they switch roles.
Once-
In the future-
These two were one,
But then the present called them back,
Along with the fear
Of the future’s future:
Variable this
Variable that.
Their walk begins again.
As they try to remember
What happens next
The scene shifts to the past
And they walk through sandboxes
That they play(ed) in together
As children,
With child-like faith
In the promise that the leaving
Of this future past
Will bring these two children
Closer,
Just as the leaving
Of that sandbox
Brought the two hands
Almost to the point of
Touching
The future.
Now the memory of said future
Replaces said past
And they realize
That all the distraction
Was he and she
And then in the future
They shoved aside
Blindness
Their hands fell
The past-
Like a magnet-
Engaged,
And the two hands,
Like past, present, and future
Entwine