Some time ago

And now it's all steeped in utter disquiet
The memories remain, but are regretfully silent
but to whose regret, and to whose recall
ah, but those were the best days of all

Every meaning in every little exchange
the softest touches, the catch in your name
were we to speak, what would we say
surely the same as we spoke that day

but life grows past hope, while hope stands still
and love is only remembered by will
though it may be yours or mine to recall
I hope you think fondly of it all

Who changed first, whether you or I
or, if we remain unchanged, the question lies
in how long we imagined perfection to last
and how long we remembered hope for the past

But I had no hope for you, I always insisted
Oh, but it lingered, just beneath existence
to be brought to the surface at a moments recall
ah, but were those the best days of all