Fool's gold

  Your voice itsounds the same,through time it bounces memory. We laugh as ifI’d never left:I always leave as if our loveis not bereftof living. I know thatyou’re still mine,a twist of soul padlockedfrom the coldburied deep in summer dream:the key youthrew away not knowingit was gold. So tell me who’sthe fool? Who thoughttime would heal? Or find yousomeone newto play our tune? Your voiceit soundsthe same & it’s betterto believe thattomorrow I’ll awake to gold again.