Quietly engrained, a song chosen for a young me, is a miss

Opportunity

Time

And nightly sounds

We’re not so much waisted

As they were like ships

In the nighttime just missed

And in passing the days found out

And to late to be of connective use

And now instead I live

With the foggy memories

Mostly of what they chose for me

When really I wish

To know who these were at the time

Through this