Sad Songs

the sound of your voice incites a spark reminding me of what I thought was certainly, long forgotten. with you, I want to bend back the boundaries tug on those hours and days, and give us eons decades even, I'd settle for a weekend or two and yet, you remain, this mystery ... are we not out of time or has time simply run out, banished now to the land of the forgone conclusion. memory drips around faltering hope, the dimming of embers against this upcoming winter, as we struggle against being alone on this forsaken road, this sad refrain...