If

if I could find a way to hit delete if there was lock, I would turn the key if there was an easier way, a quicker path I would take it immediately if there were no shadows or once flowering meadows if the silver had tarnished not polished to gleam if old black and whites had been torn and discarded I might have felt more at ease if there were no songs forgotten not long if the tune didn’t play in your memory when I don’t know is an easy road to protect those good old days if there were no thoughts of any but me if the little black book I didn’t see if doesn’t cover the well used pillow of dances not ever quite complete if I could read your mind what would I find what else is there I don’t know what will I discover shrouded there undercover… just waiting to rain down on me