Oblivion

Many coffees and millions of conversations
Heated discussions and long awkward silences
Among those late night texts and meandering sentences
In those considerate pauses and lingering glances

Somewhere along the line, we slipped
Into an oblivion, deep, dark and beautiful
Like the depths of an ocean bed
Untouched by the light of day

They say some thoughts are better left unsaid,
Some things better unexplored

They were right and we knew it
And the story will never be the same again