The music of remembering, the melody of “once”;
The flash of memory blinding like a thousand burning suns —
The heart turned inwards toward a time when kindness was in style:
And whispered love was guaranteed to cause a secret smile
The music of remembering, the cabaret of time;
With everything in motion, but emotions still in line —
A day out on the lawn with just her memories in tow:
Of when the whispers were for her –
And love,
An afterglow
in love’s embrace,
we do not see
that it’s a source
of misery
for those of us
who’ve felt it’s sting:
for love
just screws up
everything
