Lost in Time

It’s been a long time sugar.

How’s life without me?

Does he treat you better than me?

Are his lips softer than mine?

What happened to those years?

Do we pack them in a box,

Fed Ex them to a black hole

in the space we once occupied?

It’s all muddled fog now

those dancing eyes still

make me cry for what I’ve done.

I gave you up for a song I never sing.

You have traveled roads unknown

I have seen the hang man’s noose

all too often, one war after another.

Be happy my love, stay warm, you’ll need your mittens.