Lost In Time

Somewhere down the line

we must have lost our way

somewhere in between

our imagination and fate

a tender little line where

your choice was made

to go or to stay...

Now somewhere in between

you linger and won't leave

caught up in my dreams

refusing to set me free;

Announcing that you still

pine for me

is not enough, you see

because your choosing to leave

is all I remember...

and yet,

with all of me I crave to forget

to latch on to what could be

trying not to regret

not walking away when the chance

was available at our first glance....

Somewhere parallel,

within the same universe

Is you

Is me

and the rest of them

telling us how to be

Drowning your memory

of our happy, sweet telepathy

far in the deep

of their "what ifs"

so that maybe

accidently time could make us disappear

as though we were never here.