Every moment
Held in side
Of my skin
My dangered night

Every thought
Grasped within
Lays way under
A tattered skin

Soft reflections
Are so far gone
Our modern connections
Far from what – they were before

Not a word
Oh so near
To my chast, and scared ears
Could ever be – what I need to hear

For we are not what we were
But the joys of the past still hurt