Rough drafter

Do you remember when we lost time...time had no hands, time had no eyes...The noise was gone, and a look between us communicated more...the words between us were few, and between the space was air, no doubts, and the distance to get to the truth did not involve betrayal or shaming the other one...and words between us never learned to walk, those words stayed where they were spoken... Our bodies finally broken in, no more proving ground... and our kisses were not on Broadway, holding hands did not feel like a cliche...and it didn't matter where we were or who was watching... I remember how laughing together built a bridge... I remembered when it no longer was