on the shores of a distant lake memory makes a place

on the shores of a distant lake memory makes a place
for itself, a grassy bit of quiet holds the thought
of me as I was then and will forever, however much
I am not there and the place has changed, thought
has such competences

memory
can save our lives, time travel is the way to go,
in our heads and hearts, no need for a Hollywood scientist
to take you there where you were first

give me a kiss that’s sweet and tender
and I’ll give it back to you in all those
love songs from a time when love songs
made it all so simple and I wish we
didn’t know better, as if the times
have changed, but they were always
like this, broken hearts and fading
vision, sad histories in layers, and over
all, those songs insisting love was simple