Another Four Years

Four years gone by and haven’t come.
The distance doesn’t seem to change—
the rivers still spring, the sun still sets.
Time brings a wall
and turns a deaf ear to your pleas.

During those clear, mild midnights
as we gazed on a sea of city lights,
your hands felt so warm on me
and time stood still for us.
But four years have passed on.

This new day brings beauty and wretchedness
but still no answers arrive
to pull us out of the foggy turmoil we’ve created.

Our innocence was born from sin
and my deceit grew out of your love.
I never lied to you but
I’ve never spoken truth.
With these four years I still question
thoughts I had in youth.

You ride each wave as your last
and the sea coaxes you to return.
We always return—
our fights over nothing,
our curt goodbyes,
and our future
apart.

-G.B.