'Something' was 'happening'. What something, and when?
We found it and touched it, we loved it and then -
Before our own eyes, it faded away.
Perhaps they will return someday;
Or perhaps not - either way, you'll agree
Or you won't, in which case, matters nothing to me
But I saw it there - I was the first
I needed a drink, and it topped up my thirst.
And the times I remember, the times I had spent
With your handsome faces, the places we went
From valley to mount, by foot and by wing:
The flowers she tosses, the dirges we sing,
The people I knew, the people I hurt
The people that treated each other like dirt
It all comes to this, and I'm filled with regret
That I cannot remember it all, so I fret.
And it's sad that we're gone, it's sad that we've left.
Without all my memories, I'm somewhat bereft
And awash on a sea, without rudder or sail
They'll try to relive it, and sadly, they fail.
So perhaps, though its sad, I'll finally admit
That's it's dead, so I'll turn off the lights as I slip
Through the door, and I'll close it behind me, to roam
Onto other sweet places, looking only for home.
