#Glory Dazed

Stop, but for a moment now,

thinking to past. Remember how 
you were before, when you wore love sent 
by listening along to a covenant 
of cemented sounds of soul, 
bound unto the hearts you stole, 
and wear uncaringly on your sleeve. 

Take every thought you bore, and leave 
unfettered, flawless, and falling. Parting fast, 
as if the gift for thinking to past 
were passed between us, unseen somehow. 

So, stop but for a moment. Now, 
afford this rhyme some time, repeating 
every word hashtagged, worth tweeting.