Past, Present, Future

We have no future, you and I, except

   The one we lived for in the past—what we

Hoped for when I felt weak and you felt kept—

   Fought for and lost—fought hard, lost bitterly.

We have no present now, except for times

   A memory will rise up from its grave

To haunt us with the well-intentioned crimes

   We joined in for a love we could not save.

We have no past except the selfish fervor

   That dragged a common dream into the light.

You clutched it like it was a life preserver.

   I ran from it like it was kryptonite.

      Now that I know it never can come true,

      I run the other way, and dream of you.

 

Copyright 2016 Matthew J Wells