It will not do,

After the passing of these years,

To say, if we two

Had seen the other’s secret tears,

What might then have been done?

To reconcile,

At once so perfect and complete,

And to smile

On that which once was rendered obsolete,

Is to dance within the Sun.

Reinvention—

Another chance at Life received,

Without the tension

Accompanied by lies believed—

A welcome surrogate.

Did you not know,

When we were still flushed with youth,

The way that Life would show

To us, the painful days and empty truths,

Each alone and separate?

Those somber nights—

How well I wish that they had never been!

Time-worn with sights

And doubtful of feeling anything again—

Yet now—you make me glad to feel.

This strange duet

That now unfolds—remembrance and anticipation—

This time I will not forget

Smiles, tears, and complete resurrection—

Please tell me what we have is real.