........The way some shadows
........Funnel through a prism
and memories
................– of just us
........To where the color splits
........The way I ran, to know that
I loved it when
................– you were close
........So all the drops of time fall
........In shreds the way a flame could do
If only it were left
................–when all this melting’s done
........To gather like a thousand good things
........And like looking back never brings
........More than maybe what the future could be
................– If life were not a mirror