Do you see us topple, again
Do you see us topple, again
when we promise never to walk down that road,
again?
Give me a new song and sign
that doesn’t meander down trails I care not to backtrack:
memories pounded into my head?
into light;
I scurry into the shadows.
Love that is a reflex
As a young boy, curled against my mother’s chest,
talking, walking with loved ones,
unforgettable shared experiences.
“Never be ruled by memories!” I scream
but crave reliving moments, now, miles and years apart.
Lonely, because at that moment I wasn’t alone,
where people matter in person,
passion, courtesy, spontaneity;
Where love is a reflex.