The further we travel the harder it is to believe
That we made him. That we made this.
That it started in bliss
Ending with a hiss.
The further we go
The harder it is to see
The starting point. The tipping point.
The reasons we ever were or thought we would be.
In his eyes I see you.
The best bits. The old bits.
The ones I still hold on to.
In his eyes I cling to the old days
When he was just a twinkle in yours.
I’ll never forget when you held him for the first time.
You were holding us both.
The perfect combination of the parts we can say made it worth it.
So now that all we can taste are lemons
Let us both try and recall the once there was honey
In all its golden glory.
But it just ran out.