WHAT I HAD LOST
I count days that become months
I count the tracks we made
I count the days we smiled
I count the days I lied to her
I count the memories we failed to treasure
They were the greatest months ever
Magnificent foot prints ever made
Smiles that brighten the sky and unsullied the air we breathe.
Lies that finally wrecked, the months, tracks and smiles.
Then fine reminiscences amounted to zilch.