The missing hour

Here I awake

missing it, 

long days clear up after the short nights

where are you? 

and 

How far can I see ? 

The words we once mentioned

articulated now by the forgotten time

there is not remorse on this but love,

a sort of life we once thought will never be match 

and it is,

and will never be,

There in front of us the empty crater, 

pure as it was when we arrived, as it will be childish to say

we affected its nature,

its shape 

its location,

It has been lifted and far from modification,

is now full of stories 

perhaps one day to mention but not today,

There is a missing hour and a missing word 

that do not match the time 

nor our existence, 

Almost by distance, -lets say that- our geometry is peculiar

Almost by distance, -we can say then- 

or even now, 

we came undone and early.

by The Shortfellow

18/04/14