Reflective

Caught in the maze of a granted wish as your colors restored a slice of my fate A thousand lonely nights longing for you And a quarter of a year to erase the doubt To open up while it closes in To see if it would make any difference A season into the chasm of our carelessness To find out what the future holds We might be guilty but at least we tried And wherever life may lead us Like a river that runs to the sea I will retain those memories