I lose one dream

Another I gain—

So why do I

Even pause to complain?

Maybe not so lost—

Only put on hold

Will we, may we

Now grow old?

No, no our future’s more

Perfect than any other

Nothing there

To justify this shudder

At a thought, hovering near

The edges of my mind—

No, the hope was never lost

No, we’re not half-blind—

Worse still, I wonder

Do you see the same in me?—

For I promised great futures once

(I never meant this innocent treachery)

In a time that now seems so long ago—

And now, I must seem entirely

A different person

But I swear to you, it’s still me, me, me—

And I still see the same light

In your moss-coloured eyes—

And this, this

Should be no surprise.

We cannot ever lose

What first drew us together

Which, true, did not have so much to do

With this too-precious pleasure—

Nonetheless, all we may hold

We may also never lose

All is ours to keep—

But not carelessly; we must choose

To keep this balance

But I can, and do, not fear

For we have every day

And every chance…