love in esreveR

Maybe we did things wrong.

Maybe we moved too fast.

Maybe we caught too quick a glimpse, felt too hard a verb

Rolled in a field of unmade beds

Pricked the snake’s skin before it could

shed, maybe

We’ve journeyed to the wrong ends of

Time

Twisted knobs of a door spotted through fire eyes

Found ourselves

Stuck

In the laundry bag of time

Trying to find a path back to

the old Rhyme

Maybe we’re on Rewind

Skipping so quick,

These peripheral snippets

Of what our fireflies could catch

Convinced nightmares

The only things that would hatch

Or maybe we’re designed to only remember the bad batch

But what kind of deal is that?

It isn’t one in fact

Maybe that’s why I’m taking pains

To try

And find my way back.