"Love's Hands of Father Time"

Here’s the idea I give:
Let's create OUR OWN recollections,
Instead of dwelling on past narratives.
MOVE ON,
Start singing a brand new song.
One filled with sweet melody,
Mixed with glorious harmony,
All of the above
And more.
But no, old memoirs remain,
Much like forbidden fruit
Gone bad.
Start to reminisce on all
The great times YA’LL had.
And with that comes misery.
“What caused the end of ‘We’??”
How is it something that seemed so right
Abruptly come to an end,
Causing head and heart alike
To be bound in endless fight.
“What went wrong??”
Our hearts and minds aren’t fully
Where they belong:
HERE. In this moment.
As we try to croon
OUR brand new tune??
Ancient adversity ensures
Our love shall NEVER be pure…

-Brown Sugar©