Oh my love what a passion we hold
Between the two of us
Spreading like a contained fire
Wild and so free
Burning insatiably hot
Fueling
My love for thee
As we dance and embrace

I remember when Twitter was
what your heart felt like when falling in love

I remember Pinterest was when you put pushpins on
the map hanging on the wall for where you planed to travel

I remember back when the only Facebook
was Mom's photo album

I remember when Tumblr was
rolling down the hill for fun as a child

I remember when Gay used to mean you were happy
And a Joint was a bad place to be

When I Hooked Up it was usually my stereo
All these newfangled meanings are so confusing to me

Or when Bad really meant Bad
And sick was what you did all over the floor

Now they both seem to mean a good thing
Can anyone tell me what for?

And don't even get me started on Thongs
That we wore on our feet to go to the beach

Now they're used to cover up what?
The rear with a piece of string?

I remember when we did not have to worry
about being politically correct

Or even have to worry about
who we might offend back

I remember back then
we were free to speak our minds

And not have to worry about how
everything would be perceived by society as a whole

I sure do miss back then
But at least I still remember when...

On a train with no destination
Hopped aboard without hesitation
Pretty sure good time I'm making
On my way to nowhere lately

Out the window passes by life's condition
The conductor speaks but I'm not listening
While with pad and pen I am listing
The parts of life that I am missing

The windows reflection shows me what I'm not
The empty seat next to me is all that I've got
Realization that I'm a sorry sod
My reflection gives me back a nod

As the train pulls into the station
I was right with the time I am making
Into an emptiness no way of naming
I step onto the platform without hesitation

To wait for the next train...