beginnings end

with crayola crayons of every color
i drew pretty pictures to give my mother
of horses blue and pastures so green
speckled with smiling flowers
time mocks us, laughing as it passes by
now i'm older and your heart sighs

you force your way up
i'll push my way down
we'll meet in the middle on some common ground
from where i stand it all seems so clear
all i need is to have you near

he said he wanted a new life, a new world
you and me both, i said, or perhaps some of the old
but what's past is past for a reason
it was a different time, a different season
time folds over, burying the past
under layers of beginnings that just didn't last

i could feel you like you lay next to me
see you like you filled my eyes
your taste lingered on my lips long after you left
and now the days go faster than they come
my time here is almost done