Slow Dancing to a Bittersweet Memory

Many a moon ago

I danced in tune

With our songs

And you asked how each song

Could be so beautiful

Afterward

The rose tinted glasses

Fell from my eyes

And I moved on

To a better place

With better people

Who are my few precious friends

And I saw that we never happened at all

Was it just a dream then?

Or was it a harsh reality?

I don't know and I'm past caring

I'm a hundred miles away

Rolling down the freeway

And darling, you aren't even pretty anymore

The Bilge Master