Were We Young Once?
Trying to
make amends.
Trying to
come up with
justifications
explanations
a calm
understanding.
Fractured memories,
distorted recalls.
This was
us on our
wedding day,
here’s the
birth of
a son,
the first
tear in
the fabric
of love.
There go
our dreams
down the
spinning drain
into the
dark unknown.
Was it
all make-believe?
Were we
young once?