hindsight

at times i look back at the times past
but lack the looking glass to see past most of the trash
that littered streets, and ask why we let it last
when we couldn't get past the beef
and silences would speak instead of laughs
and shattered glass was mirrors for the fact
that we each had demons that would harass
and defeat our chances to craft
the kind of love that made poets past pen odes to better halves
and coldness stole the warmth we chose to let the moment pass
when love is broken it limps instead of strolling fast
so we end up slowing as the heat grows dimmer
till we simmer and the flame subsides to just a flicker
of the fire that burned to symbolize how we yearned
to hold each other ever tightly as hands turn the hours nightly
clock faces race by politely and remind us
that time doesn't take our wasting lightly
it's likely that you'll find me on the other side
of the stream that's now a river mississippi wide
a second city where the healing is a home
from the fights that kept revealing
that the shelter love tried to provide was in decline
are you fine?