Letting that which was take a step for history

Drastically, without expectation
as the witnessed serum of truth
reverses the steps of contemplation
the thought lags
emotions float in the garbage’s memory
a witness holds a thought about the transience of life
one we pass by, one you, one I
weak night lights its candle in a song
hold me back
for life
in a track
you can find me at times.