No time for that

recieved....

to a thought
played over and over
seeking to the asking
of love..
knock knock 

and the play never seems to stop...to end...to receide 

now believing he must end this the only way...

stop as his love loses to a lost
as death...
shows to no one..the heart now bleeds to it's own on and on

and faces smile to a joy of satisfaction....unseen....let him go

and everyone rejoices to hugs and kisses
awaiting
without questions...
in secrets
in silence 
intense
as a breath taken..
only for love again to love

and he sadly left the cycles and circles...
numb to all ....circumstances 

so dumb it was 
and the music played on