Time

So many years since I last saw your face

Friends married and divorced

Still I imagine what if

Does someone still post you

Surprising sweet gifts

Memory a curious ravisher

Masquerade

There's a perfect conversation in each of our heads

Trapped as we each make way to our own beds

Why couldn't we say the words that would soothe?

We had to play games, masquerading our moves

One day we will see that it was mentally

Tiring, exhausting, distracting, strangely

Deep in our souls, to want for more

A simple life is something to adore