a younger version of myself, - Telefon Tel Aviv

The time we knew nothing about

The promises made, hidden from doubt

The things we were told before we were old

Our weakness foretold our losses yet to come

They herded us up to wait in a line

None of us noted the passage of time

A book with a page on the cruelty of age

And the wars they would wage in the name of our unhappy sons

Our friends have not abandoned us yet

Sisters and Brothers!

Decisions regret

Of passion bereft when nothing is left

But the emptiness that became the only thing we knew

Last night, I woke from a shout

The glow of the street light shone from without

The dust of our dreams suspended in beams

In the hollow place that once belonged to you