And so it turned. The world turns and we turn with it. We turn to face each day that comes over the horizon towards us, neither of us knowing what the dawn will bring, or even if we will see another dawn beyond this one.
Everything beyond this moment is unknown, out of reach. The past is gone and no matter how far our fingers stretch we cannot touch even a moment ago. The future lies beyond the horizon, only a glow of possibility in the darkness, lighting up the possible.
I cannot turn back to a few seconds ago and undo any of those things that have left you here now, turning away, and I do not know how far your turning will go in the future. Maybe you will turn and walk away, turn away forever and leave me here with words of regret and an apology unspoken.
Maybe you will let it go and pretend nothing has happened, even though it did happen and always will have happened, no matter what either of us wants. The past is gone, out of reach. It will remain there always; something standing between us, a look in each other's eyes that cannot go away, no matter how far away the past slips or even if that one moment falls into forgetfulness.
We will still know that something, one time, changed and took us off into this still yet unknown direction.
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