You held me in your arms, each and every morning A tangible optimism, blissful and naive Until one day I woke up and you were gone I wish I had known that that would be our last All the memories are so vague and disjointed Somedays I swear I can still hear you Cooning out, flaunting false promises The sinuous simplicity of youth So as the leaves change and the years fade and apathy drags me off the shoreline I can see the boy I was drowning behind a glass wall Reaching out for me to save him Time; so remoreless, so relentless, so unavoidable Human life is a trauma factory