no relevance

It’s in the way they move their mouth as they speak.
Is the past still re-enacting misguiding tears?
Referring to an other without a care.
It’s so irrelevant, especially here.

Key words like bombs drop, killing the gain.
Slipping off the tongue is someone else that never noticed.
Constantly stuck somewhere ones never been.
Losing more than focus.

Smallest hints of other times re-appear, why?
Catching more than ones undivided attention.
Waiting for them to finally move on.
In the eyes of loves unconditional reflection.

It’s the sound of familiarity.
Trying to release love without a hitch.
And the mind lingers with many wonders.
Do they know whom they’re with?

Can they one day let go?
Without pausing ones heart.
Always bringing up how it was.
Isn’t now the best time for a fresh start?

One doesn’t need reminded every other day.
Nor feel the effect of being hurt by an other.
It’s ones true chance here and now.
Or is it being selfish to feel this way when hearing of prior lovers?

Things need to be kept on the hush.
For no one needs to know.
Constantly riddling self of their own pain.
Unable to live in an others will and grow.

Do they know what they slip up say?
How it makes one truly feel?
Is it anymore interesting to be repeated?
Of how another made them peel.

No relevance to the present moment.
Yet still the mouth drips as it leaks.
Drowning in a flooding once upon a time.
Missing the importance of one now in defeat.

When words won’t let go.
As the past will continue to fade.
When’s it fair to real love?
Not hearing of an others name, everyday.

What if one slipped and mentioned a time?
One where this love didn’t exist.
Not knowing what they were doing.
And over and over again, it got old quick.

How would they handle the other side?
Is it disrespectful to a spouse?
To hear all the things one would never do.
Drilled by the irrelevance of its sound.

What if by chance, speech could drain a love.
Never hearing of the life being lived.
Yet they felt misplaced when letters form.
Questioning their own chance to give?

The presence whispers with patience through conversation.
But it seems it could never be as loud as back then.
Years of routine needs to step aside.
For feelings have been more than lent.

Now is the perfect moment to free the pain.
Living comfortably for once for love to settle in.
So how is it really suppose to be?
Seems there is a thought of an other blowing in the wind.

They cling to the thoughts that are unwanted.
For it’s all they know.
Talking more of then, then now.
Someone has to stand up and say no.

Knowing whom one is with is vital.
As they as one realize this to.
Releasing love calling from the lips has got to begin.
For neither heart is healthy when being consumed.

Before the present, all is irrelevant.
Where we’ve been, is gone.
Here is where the memories are made.
And here is to us, never to fade.