Secrecy in the midst of us
Disappeared conversations
Remember that one ride of the bus?
There weren't any hesitations
You left me on the fence
Spare me of this dismay
I couldn't even say hence
Such despair of a relay
Suppose a halt haunts felicity
No living soul can outplace you
Would there be a chance of continuity?
Guess I'll see you in a few
For now, this subject be diminished
Or once and for all, perished.
