What if She Were Our Daughter?

i’ll put a record on
to remind myself
as the tempo turns
into a machine that
transcends time
funneling memories
through my ears
and through my tears

stepping into your bedroom
again to find you wrapped
in your sheets and tangled
up in your innocence
falling away from the world 

your bed is an island
us holding close and clasping
for hope of a spark
to set us on fire
fumbling to find
each other in the fog
of awkward adolescence 

although time has tapered
off my temptation for you
and distance has erased
the eloquence of our existence
there is still a thread
of reasoning that penetrates
this particular pattern

now you’ve found the fire
in someone else
and sparked a life
of your very own
but the memories
of moist lips
remain in the music