Replay

This is where I saythat you appeared againyour eyes as greenas willow leaves& you did returnsprouting the same old rhymetill my brain reeledand my empty mouthturned dry.I felt like time had lost the keyto a distant past a different meheld in thrall of a lovers trystlike Psyche.The wind has changedripped away our hoard of gleeleaving us branded promisesinconsistent memory;lost loving.