Time's Arrow Flies and Yet Seems To Stand Still

Time’s Arrow Flies and Yet Seems to Stand Still (On Valentine’s Day, 2022) This dull and uneventful day, in memory Of the love-forsaken Saint, As heavy rain beats dull, relentless, Syncopated rhythms on the windowpanes, I’m sitting here again, composing Awkward lines to rhyme with images, Exploring forking paths of thoughts Through dense and dark, elusive woods of words, The endless, hopeless quest for what I want to say, In search of something solid, something still. My thoughts stray off those worn-out paths to you, So far away. As reveries race through my mind, I find myself lost in a maze of memories, Traces of our lives together, all that’s left Of you and me. Searching for the better times, Forgetting all the bitter times. But memories cannot Erase or change reality, the crushing, catastrophic Lies, deceit, and infinite regret. I don’t ask for forgiveness, And I know you can’t forget. Still, I hold out hope That somewhere, somehow, on our separate journeys Through this raging sea of feelings, at some as yet Uncertain point for you and me, our parallel paths May once more fuse together, and you might see How much we really care, how rich our lives could be, With love that cannot kill us both, but only sets us free.