Fleeting
Their love is gone, lost in a moment. It touched them for one brief second, hidden between two hearts.
They only felt their true love's touch for one fleeting second, and now it's gone, forever forgotten in histories fleeting memory.
Time remembers where nothing else does, the pale skin against tan, the soft moans that echoed around the empty rooms. True loves married, but not each other, forgetting about that one brief moment, where they found true happiness in another's arms.
They stand at the platform, remembering, only a nod between lovers.
And healed hearts break again, remembering things unsaid.