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.