Captured moment, capsules in time
Faded memories, that never run dry
The window of the soul, visual eyes
Ink in the wind imprinted in mind.

Gone with the wind promises turned to lies.
Words soaked in an elixir of bittersweet disguise.
Unrequited love and daunting desire.
Forever just a word and never been a prize.

Jaded and tattered for the meantime.
The end of the beginning but still thrive.
Letting go marred the spirit and maimed the soul.
The end is inevitable,
So do I.