I'm not dragging your frame through the mud of memory
Nor lifting up falsehoods in the mind of once mine
No I live and live in a constant state of both being and remind
I remember because it once was us who lived
Can't forget because such things should never die

And they can't

He said with a smile

When they make my drink
With exuberance liquified
And season, in its entirety, personified

Regardless of the turning days
Or the morning upside
So much, so down

When they make my drink
I can hardly blink
In raptures taste makes me want to smile

There is no human hope
Which a train, a plane, or breeze
Cannot whisk away at a steady pace

But the sunlight calls
In its glorious dawning truth revealed
With each day arriving still

No cloud can keep us from the sun
Forever less
From each other be it willed