Time In Retrograde

On the edge of November sighs the end of October steps aside, the roses no longer in bloom as they did in the warmth of June; come the winter of our descent into timeless age well spent as memories overtake our souls and hearts remembering what drew us close then set us apart; Slip away old grudges and gilded mistakes purveyed forget the sin and errors once made return to love, acceptance for the asking of reunions and reconnections unmasking the illusions long ago of right and wrong decisions when time slips into retrograde.