One of us must know

One of us must know

What will become

I thought it would be you

You said it would be me

There was always something

Whispered

Waiting to be heard

Trying to snatch at meaning

Was as elusive as reaching out

To catch the wind by its tail

Whipping at windows

Swirling between

Chimney tops

Mini-tornados

Forever seeking Kansas

The closer I got

To an understanding

The further away

It seemed to be

Stuck on the other side

A great divide

Wider than the narrow

Opinions closeted

Behind closed doors

As pious preachers

With hip flasks

Played poker with the lights out

And all the children

In the street huddled together

In one room listening to stories

Of another world

Where dreams were fulfilled

Your eyes shone with excitement

We invented magical thoughts

With forever changes

In the hope

We would outgrow

Such finite limits

As was foretold

For pitchfork boys,

And Land Army girls,

Where are you now

Did you make it

Any further than me

I lost you

Along the way

The sound of a small voice

That once was yours

Is all I hear

In the hours after midnight

When the whispers of old songs

Chase in circles

Through the labyrinth

And there never is a way out

From the maze

Of recollections

Sometimes it is as cold

As it was

Huddled together

In the backroom

Of the old house

In the dark days

Before working-class heroes

Gave us hope

Of stepping out

In search of a dream

Which I did

Before the door slammed shut

But whatever happened to you?