I Can See Forever
November falls, leaf blown and drab with early twilight;
did I in some haste to feel the Summer balm
speed acceleration of the old main drag,
burn youthful currency as a hated flag?
I stand in the ruins of age untreatable,
staring forward at the unknown,
staring back at the unrepeatable.
Wood smoke veils snatched away by a fleeting breeze,
the faintest aroma tarries, then vanishes,
and I can't for the life of me put a pin in the map,
to highlight the junction where sprang a mishap.
The sickly downward trajectory slide,
the turning of misdirection,
the turning of a sullen tide.
All that is done is done, fractured without reparation;
the clock cannot be challenged, nor chided to reverse;
my life grows grimly fearful, ever shorter,
and howls to reunite me with my daughter.
I tell you that I love you, beg you re-materialise,
to make up time I lost,
to make up for the days gone by.
From where I now stand, I can see forever,
mute barking dogged decades of melancholia,
projecting the error of my ways,
inviting the penance of cold and lonely days.
With black shades of regret in me, I struggle to explain
how I need to feel you closer,
how I need your love again...
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