an early lapse in thought to what was carelessly spent
eyes that were too bright to realize
futures once too easy to live
to have let go before knowing the sanctity of strong grips
the flimsiness of that better skin
awful fear for what is forgotten

all that lingers with me traces back and back
to an infant before i knew you
how you had met me back then
such personal places lost cannot return
within days that are not so foolish
i will always hold you where there is