In the golden eye of yesterday
We did what all lovers do…
held each other too tight to breathe
And drowned in each other’s kisses.
And when we could talk again
we planned our lives
for fifty years and more.
But gold has a way of tarnishing
And yesterday has lost its beginning
and now our kisses are as cool and distant
as the February fog across the hill..
and when was the last time you held me
too tight to breathe?
Listen…I still love you…in a part of me
that always will…but I can’t go back to yesterday
any more, because, you see…
now there is tomorrow.
And yet, I cry. For you. For me. For us.
For all our yesterdays that somehow never
gave birth to tomorrow.
Listen…I had a thirst you didn’t want to share,
A self you didn’t want to know
and so, that golden moment of love
became a brass balloon
and drifted away.