Mahogany

If we could be synchronized
And find friendship in the void of disguise
You could wade through my dozens
Of alibis
As the sands of time fall through
The hourglass in my mind
It creates a hill of memories
Too steep for me to climb
If we were daring in red
And could climb
Inside her head
Pick through her thoughts
We’d find forget… me knots
in the brain’s tiny slots
and you could pretend to see
traces of mahogany
we let bleed so deep
trying to move on
so subtly
As the sands of time turn to stone
I finally realized I’m on my own
So desperately alone
As the world spins around me
With past chances of romance and etymology
It so plain to see