In the beginning: a promise
to take a shot in the dark --
a pledge to rising and to falling apart,
it was written
by our own hands;
we were bound
Nervous and
full of fire, we
bore the task
that motions forward, while I keep reeling back…
And though I try to revive it,
try to return to the start,
searching for us in the basement,
sifting for us in the car,
I have a hard time with leaving
Time can't preserve every truth
So, what was once in existence
must've turned into something else
Victories traded for losses
don't make up
for the weight
or the space
that saves an emptiness I tried to replace
And though I try to revive it,
try to return to the start,
searching for something familiar,
do I misremember the past?
I have a hard time with leaving
Time can't preserve every truth
Sever the stems of expecting
Light can fall and still follow through