I was asked; but dared not reply.
Too many lenses to probe, too many emotions to reanimate.
Nightmares past, forlorn present, and probable futures.
Parts of a whole, yet useless alone to me.
Then, after looking through it all again,
seeing all the flaws and failures and missteps I had took and will be taking,
I could not utter a response that could evoke comfort, so, I did not.
I kept my silence and she mirrored me.
Looping into an eventual spiral of nihility.
The silence deafens.
Yet, amidst this dread, inside the echoing chambers of time,
she turns to me with a faceless smile, asking again.
Now, the fleeting moment of every second collapsed inwards.
The void black no longer, her sanguine smile etched into memory.
I then turn to her, marking this very moment into my soul,
Trying to utter what I had felt, yet the moment is no longer.