There are things that should not be said. Words once let out can never be put back. Things can be forgotten, but they will remain unfulfilled and broken. Dead and empty carriers hanging languidly in the air, unseen but no less present.
‘Forever’ as a word is a falsehood, it barely even exists as a concept, just an inadequacy invented in our struggle to understand our place in what surrounds us.
At the altar, we sealed assurances, condemned each other to deathly revelation; bestowing fated doom.
Is a vow actually broken, if it was a lie in the first place?