Time Machine

Sleep is like a time machine to the next day,

Though if I had a time machine, I’d say

I would go back to that day- where the late spring sunshine basked,

A memory of plans made, both unmasked

If I close my eyes I can still remember what you said

“Yeah, definitely” about the plans we made

I wish I had known it was the last time,

I guess it will have to remain in my dreams-the thin line

Between awake and asleep- My memories are fading,

I have almost forgotten the sound of your voice

Though, not quite- one day, for some reason, I made a choice

To MP3 one of your voicemail notes

I fear any message will just float…