A slient leave

I hold on so gently
Pretending to let it go.
But i stop it.
I stop it half-heartedly before it flies.
It flutters
I think it'll fly.
But it doesn't try hard enough.

One moment a blissful eternity.
The hours pass like one moment.
And in another moment, it shouldn't exist.
We pretend it didn't.

Who's enacting a farce.
Is it an act and or is it true.
Will it end, this game after game.
Maybe it hasn't begun.

You would laugh it away.
And I would too.