It's when you realise it was all for nothing. It's when you realise it was all just a little too late. And all in that one second, your head is so jammed full of other thoughts, wild fantasies and romantic stories, that you miss the oppertunity. The oppertunity to say ... the words that are never said. If you think about it, it's easy.
"I love chocolate"
It's not hard. But when you change one little word, it all gets too hard. And then you miss the moment. And moments are elusive things, you can never get them back. Sure, create new ones, but it's like a cover of a Beatles track, they always sound cheap and nasty, and well, contrieved. Because, lets face it, they are.
There is never the same raw passion, the same self-sacraficial optimism for the future. Flinging yourself over a cliff face with a parachute you've never tested out. A leap of faith.
But then, to loose, not only that moment, but also the one person in the world you thought you thought you'd share that one moment with...
It's the parachute not opening
The power cut
The unfinished master piece
The still-born baby
A waste
A tragic wasteland of broken hearts.
Tredging through masses of unfulfilled hopes, wants, wishes, dreams, desires, needs... weighed down with the weight of tears, dragged backwards by a false smile.
An embrace which lasts a second, a goodbye which lasts forever.
