Stormy, whether, or not?

All those years ago

Matt had asked us

About that day

Wanted the same

A few times since

And time again

We never could

You never knew

I thought our paths...

Or - maybe you did

And waited for them to, too

Hence I never looked

Just a peek

Every now and again

And... just like that

A fiendish 'tar

'fore a crumbling house

Fractions of a hole

Fragmented, whole

A new chapter;

mayhaps

An old book - burnt bridges

A vision, re-version

Lost ideas, ideals

Shared and forgotten

Shed and buried

Conserved and preserved

For yet another rainy day