when dreams are shaken
and memories left in mid sentence
there is a sadness irreplaceable.
there is a mourning uncontrolled,
unsatisfied and unforgiving
for those lost years
to be recovered in a heartbeat,
to be settled before
it is too late.
but that's not how time works
it's not how the world goes
each turn is another look ahead,
one more to separate us from the past.
there is almost no hope
but to linger in memoriam
and comfort those
who, like we, find ourselves lost