As the Blind Man Sees It

There was a time when you said forever,
And forever meant more than a season.
When leaves suspended themselves in a trance,
And your eyes were open.

There was a time when you weren't so tragic,
When loving you was a virtue and no vice,
When good was bad and bad was young and reckless,
When your eyes were open.

But time is no longer still, and it sprints forward towards ends,
Beginnings mean nothing in a race that you can't remember.
Empty is your hourglass
You have no memory of the seasons we spent together,
Tell me my love,
Can you see what I see?