the time between then and now
could be a moment
or a thousand days.
it is blurry to me, mixed in
with the constant complaints
of blossoming children,
work that binds me,
responsibility that i
sometimes wish i could shed.

i still remember those youthful nights
that in no way i am now allowed.
you might remember too,
your passion mixed with mine.

i have tried to find it,
searching somewhere deep,
but even with my eyes closed,
mixed with characters who haunt me,
i cannot remedy what can’t be fixed.