in focus

He is finally trailing.. his voice is becoming muffled..
Watch time slow down in attempt to capture the picture..

Beads of tears draw mark their trails, her hand reached to grab the sitting belt.
She clutched her chest, bearing the grimace, braving the irony that was driving her crazy
She turns behind.. and sees him, but he's fading away as the sun swallows him in the horizon.
The belt was constricting.. now just glancing back from the corner of her eye..
The strain commenced to blanket her eyes, forcing her view back to the front
the tears now making their way..
making their way down a hapless free fall onto her jeans.

Because.. somewhere along that faithful sunset, he disappeared.

Back in focus, there is a man driving.. his face.. it's greyed out.
Her shirt crumpled under her immense grip..
This is the start.. of something old.

Still i wonder if you ever went through all that.
And i wonder if it'll be any encouragement to me if even that was true.

Isn't there someone.. we've collectively forgotten?