The then

There was a part at the very first start of it,
back when begin was becoming begun.
I held your hand and we ran through the heart of it
doing the things that dared to be done.

Doing the dances, yeah, we were an all-of-us.
All of us, all around, all for one, Cheers!
Graduation would come, and become what became of it.
We hit it hard for that handful of years.

And though we stumbled some, bungled some, banged around,
we found a way to fall firm on our feet.
Life was much faster, more flip'em-off funny,
and rolled with a rhythm that skipped down the street.

That was the then that makes now seem so not-again,
when the descent began, high to the lows.
That was the Spring, and the sun, and the Fall of it,
and the Winter that followed, so smothered in snow.

Holiday homeword bound, stuck in a college town,
tis-season jolly we laughed till you peed.
Then just the two of us tried something new to us
as held became holding, nice became need,

and the rhythm was lost and everything changed.

I don't know where you are,
     where you went,
          what it did to us.
Sometimes we lose what we longed for too late,
and we go to the dance, all decked out for destiny
only to find that they're feeding us fate.