Once Removed and Counting Still

the answer to the question will forever remain precariously between, within and released. and how can I begin to explain these tender revelings that call your name, are they merely waning echoes of all we had of all we were, one step up from certain disaster ... of a time we were so certain and yet, never stepped beyond the possibility there against all probability, we walked away but why would you have recognized if I passed with another's footsteps, our aching hearts so desperate then our lonely lives so ready for a new reality, beyond the scope of circumstance and failed romances of our shattered past, each of us remembered well the discontent the sad regret of hoping for, if only ... and here we are, still pondering as life gropes on, we stand and watch and contemplate the inevitable, once removed that's us