Lost songs ~

That exasperated sigh of yours -

will sleep soothe your memory

or will you think more of it?

Our differences are specks in space

but stones in our hearts,

and unforgiving,

even as every dawn absolves 

every night of every sin. 

How much do we lose of each other

as we think only of our own hurts.

But such is the nature of all grief -

a moment of stress,

a decision of distress,

a lifetime of regret. 

Is there the joy of amnesia

somewhere 

in our chequered fortunes,

when we rid ourselves 

of the problem of us,

to rediscover our lost innocence,

and the pristine tone 

of our old love songs.

We were, and are, 

good people,

tired for a moment, 

confused,

mistaking 

a mere moment's exasperation

for a problem of infinity.