Un Ange Qui Passé

It’s been a long time
since I last listened to that song,
since I learned it wasn’t meant
for lovers to sing to another,
but an ode to those who’re gone.

It’s been a time, longer still,
since I sat outside in the sun,
where I used to dream of you,
giving the polluted river more
thought than I’d ever done.

It’s been too long a time
since lover’s eyes said to me
what lips would later say,
but not long enough to feel
as though it could never be.

Maybe I’ll listen to that song
again. Maybe I should be
not so unthankful for it all.
doesn’t that song mean hope?
it should for you, if it does for me.