. Settled in days of wine without rose And forever nows we trudged along, Making our way to the ordinary Greeting of the always new. For we always knew, our time Together was but a means, Of make believes and almost Alrights, a travelogue to nos In destinations of plain, we spoke To each other as if then never was, We drank coffee in meeting places, Where grown ups frequent as they Barter to themselves, in cursory Smiles and similes unsaid, for they, As us, knew that no future would arrive As we numbered to each in numbness Searching for one breakaway day, Seeking to blind ourselves looking For what was already, maybe there. How timeless is a child in fantasy? What play dates we revel in, With others we do not know? This is a song we played, we played At being joined, as if our lives Depended on it.