So Much Less (i belived)

we were so much less than we ever could have believed. Not quite honest, but to be be received. The heart strings pull again, whispering of silly things and abandoned dreams, of africa, of china, of japan and cherry trees. I think of lovers lips that spill deciet as they suddenly emerge and just as deftly, recede. I think of you, I think of me, I think of the child never to be: and it is a truth I hate to see. Yet this is the choice, the decision made so I bow my head, accept my fate, throw my memories to the wind and walk away.