Hindsight (Buckner Richard)

Ours to never learn the beginning of it all, Keeping you alone; almost-overheard voices that had gone As far as they could go were ready to return, Waiting for the call sooner than they'd know, Missing by a night. Did you hear it in the wind? I couldn't make it down, cloudy, in the lights Fading out and, folded in a letter that I found, Remembered just in time: forgetting to forgive Never turning back around, Stretching at the seams, pulling back the hood, Forever as a gaze you didn't really mean, Stricken as we stood broken, as we made time for make-believe, Stealing when we should, what we couldn't give away.