Those days are so far away--
 Three thousand miles of space
and what seems even longer in time.

The memories linger
 but the gap widens
till I swear
 the memories will fall
in the crack between.
 And, yet, the memories linger
somehow stuck in time
 yet at the same time drifting
inexplicably.

Even the metamorphosis of life
 lends its seperation
to those days far away--
 those better days
of newness and change
 when life's boring beat
hadn't crushed anticipation's feet--

Yet . . .

Those days are far away
 perhaps never to be reached again
in space, or time,
 from the crushing beat
and grit and grime
 that widens the distance
of those far away days.