You held me in your arms, each and every morning
A tangible optimism, blissful and naive
Until one day I woke up and you were gone
I wish I had known that night would be our last
All the memories are so vague and disjointed
Somedays I swear I can still hear you
Crooning out, flaunting false promises
The sinuous simplicity of youth
So as the leaves change and the years fade and apathy drags me off the shoreline
I can see the boy I was drowning behind a glass wall
Reaching out for me to save him
Time; so rеmorseless, so relеntless, so unavoidable
Human Life is a Trauma Factory - Joseph Mulherin