The Ravage of Time


Do not blush

when we meet again

in a decade to come

as we'd have somehow changed-


words wouldn't come easily

as though something

is stuck in our throats --

how to each we seem so strange-


in another world we'd have dwelt

cocooned in every new circumstance

the past we shared is now a forgotten dream

perished by our long mutual absence-


with a new life we've engaged

we've shifted our every allegiance

everything that we once did experience

has fallen by the wayside in our indifference