Hushed

The
hush
descends
upon the moment
bare knuckles cracking
into each other
rather than
slipping past

picture-perfect words become illusions
from another time and space
what was your name?
your real name
the one that
only a lover
would
know?

there was a way
I’m sure there was a way
that these fingers slipped in together
and clasped into an embrace
as this moment feels it
should have been

“Shhhh…”
she whispers
“it doesn’t matter”
she tells
me

whatever…