A THANK YOU NEVER SPOKEN

I watch the water rush toward tomorrow,

waiting patiently for yesterday’s return.

For the circle to find the way to its beginning,

and for a star to be newborn.

If time can move forward then in fact,

it must move back again

and replay what has already been done.

I wonder as I wait, can I change the past?

Can I find the window that I somehow missed

or will yesterday stay the same as it once was?

The circle may return to its beginning,

but by then both of us will be long gone…

with nothing left but atoms

streaming through an unknown void.

Our souls…perhaps they will meet

in some odd place where space and time collide,

but will it mean the same?

Will I have a chance to thank you,

and will I even know your name?

I wait anyhow,

never knowing but forever hoping

I can find the answer

either here or somewhere out among the stars.

For to say the words that haunt me

means more than moving on.

Too bad I can’t erase those memories

or make them disappear.

Ah I whisper to myself that will never happen.

No memories would be like never living

and never living would mean no memories of you.

It’s like a circle within a circle,

with no beginning and no end…

and no way to ever tell you

what I always needed you to know.