I wish there could be a secret weekend
One where we could forgive the sins that have been transgressed
One that didn’t count against the official record
One where we could find out what became of our youth
One where roads untraveled weren’t filled with spite or regret
One where my love wasn’t a bad fury of fear and discontent
One where I didn’t have to apologize for missing you
One last short moment where we could enjoy one more time the fleeting magic of us
Even if we just conspiratorially agree to have it and it never really happens
