Old time

for each of you - and I

together, or forever apart

there is no going back

to our very memory

made up 

unfinished and strewn,

these old poems

why am I even

so terribly, terribly

in love with old time

events that never took place

places that never were

the conundrum that,

endlessly used to be

diving right in, 

or waiting it out

all the wrong times

throwing reciprocation 

to the wind

and the right ones,

hesitating far too long

a lifetime’s worth

charades.