he speaks of her as i of my beloved
forgotten beings somewhere in time
in our youth - we thought so much
of how much better we could do - so
we left each to each only to remember
years later - that what we came upon
was a distant memory of what we had
he knows this, i know this - yet what
great nonsense we come up with to try
to not only forget our loss but destroy
us
what then occurred we did, what we do
now is
what? and the more important question:
for what
