Cabin Fever

Another Story With New Meaning

1-11-05

Explanations explained;
new terrain being sought over
          older fields we played.
Gotten fucked over, gotten over,
gotten older, similarly mature.
Same time situation, sure.
The memories may fade,
but the evidence stays the same
and my brain doesn't lie or hide;
it just never leaves my insides.

Short talk, as expected.
I know it's complementarily elected.
We've been there several times before
but the scenery
          never seems as sure.
I know nothing without you
that a calendar can hide
but when I begin to page through it
out comes our best times
to talk and laugh and giggle
          like before
but- but but but but
this isn't before, not anymore
but it's all you're used to
and I'm not used to this for sure.

Summer intentions, December plans;
simmered discretions boiling again.
It's not what we thought at first,
but is it what we hoped might work?
I stopped looking long ago...
what was I to know?
We made our own way through,
          separately
without "the you".
Now we tear the sheets around us
up in fear of what's next
and in the end
and for the best.
Do we ever think about starting over
when everything that's known
can never be seen as brand new?
When the subject is love,
          what is there to do?

Will we ever get this right?
          It was for so long...
          now is always the time,
          and the time is always, now.