The Uncertainty of Answers

I met your wandering face,
The intimate stranger in your eyes,
I waited for the colours to fade,
I was told that shadows are full of lies.

The details of the numbered weeks,
Stretched into an unconscious blur of time.
Yesterday's paper became today's coffee cup coaster.
I was a lost cause, tossed around in the ocean of your thoughts.

If only I held your face as tenderly,
As I held my steadfast opinions,
Relentlessly stubborn as the baking summer sun,
I changed my mind in haste for all the wrong reasons.

Lines have been drawn,
The distance has multiplied.
The mirror has an uncanny way
Of reflecting the wisdom of time.

The process of reason is tedious,
The pattern repeated, broken, and resuscitated furiously.
Countless decisions have been hurled out of the window.
A leisurely answer may arrive any moment now.