Maybe...
It was the expression of THAT
The years that had passed seem but just a tangle of memories.
Almost like on repeat: a
Lacking any sort of momentum for the change.
Filled with
The thought of
Decisions.
No more regret or any ounce of sorrow.
Gone is the pure negativity of the inner pains.
But somehow, it seems like something that has become
Perhaps, it is fear.
That he had already forgotten her.
She needed salvation.
she danced.