Memories drive nostalgic sepia scorched warm feelings
What ‘was,’ ne’er remembered to completion;
What ‘can,’ succumbs to love and tempered tones
Of events that hone on euphoria for sake of misunderstanding.
When was what was…
Is subdued in the smoky haze of battered experience,
Can hurt be felt across the horizons
Of far gotten conclusions that were wisps at best?
