It's too late now...

look here, an infant looks up at you
go on and live a little
and blink
she's a teen you were never meant
to know

A mirror reveals remorseless,
loose skin forming only
to comfort the hard lines
that couch your smile
and frame your frowning eyes
yet your soul
refuses to ever feel old

and those nights of wonder
the nights of discontent
the desire and fortune
telling secrets across
the bar with beer breath
and sly smiles

have turned into
youtubed love songs
and a dvr full of nonsense
all intended for one thing:
to move us.

and while it may seem
much more of an effort
to obtain this effect
it is worth it to connect
to reconnect
to rewind
to fast forward
to take a sip
and to forget
for a minute...

for a pause

that any other moment
other than now
past
or
future
ever
even
happened

that's how

that's how we start
over

that's how we repent

that's how we can move
forward

that's how we can
reinvent

Love.

Over. And Over.

It will always
go
back to love.