I’ve seen the leaves change color
And die and live again

My love for the past
Swinging in front of me
Like a piñata—
But I cannot hit it
For my will is undone

Too many soft curves
Too many easy *****

I miss yesterday
Like I miss the tomb of your bed

Golden retrospection
Contrite inner-reflection

Soon you’ll be old and
I’ll be old and
Who’ll know how hard life was
In these olden days

Tense as death
Before saying I love you
On a starry night
As the ball dropped
And firecrackers popped

Our cups of champagne
Warm and empty
Our hearts filled
With gaiety and envy