I made a promise once Delivered on solemn terms To disrupt the discourse That had damaged that which I only sought to serve Memories fade Moments escape me Bits of lightning come back To strike me a vision of what Time had scattered But those final words That last encounter Etched its way through Hazy reveries, embedding upon The foundation which thoughts form And yet, O yet This final word Will drift off lightly Barely off the lips Before fading to mist