And so it starts

That itching in time

That become this uncontrollable flood

That sends the pangs into our hearts



We'll stumble, and feel their hand slip away

Down and away, as we try to save them in vain

But as fast as they appeared, they're gone

Into time's decay



Your hands had been locked together, fingers interlaced

But almost as quickly as it had happened, their fingers were nothing more than space

You fall to the floor

Wondering why they had left this way, cracked through to the core



And you remember when their hand slipped away

They will forget

But why be upset?

They will forgotten when you meet them again some day