Did you wonder if it was about then,
that time, when we,
well, while the world grew cynical
around our own lives.
Did you ever think
we might be as necessary
the cogs in the wheel,
as anyone else who symbolized
that same hypocrisy.
Would you walk with me,
just for a short while
so we might again wonder
if that was ever really that
special.
Many days,
the long stretch of an hour,
the time it takes to wonder why,
I do want to cry,
instead I’m told,
‘say good-bye’
and let memory take the place
of what is today’s reality.
It’s just,
there are times,
there are these wisps of my imagination
tell me bold,
what a lovely time you always were.
I still don’t know if you’ll ever read this
the same way you could read my eyes …
~
*photo found on Deviant Art