Before your time
So here you are again,
Though older than back then.
Late night, a Camel Light,
Old jeans, and CNN.
It's kind of middle age;
Feels like the final page.
Just one of many men –
Here you are again.
Imagine you restart,
Act out the same old part.
Your eyes find no surprise
And nothing hurts your heart.
The night you spent with her –
The fight – they all recur.
Or would she not depart
If you could restart?
You're old before your time,
Not shocked by any crime.
Neat Scotch; the screen keeps watch,
And early church bells chime.
You know she'll never come,
And all you feel is numb.
You skate, you do not climb –
Old before your time.
