That loose thread of music

 If at all you see this now,

The time has passed - thought that you should know,

It stood around for an eternity,

But then it had to go.

Some beauty here, some longing there,

Those parcels got left behind,

Within the segment of a seasonal churn,

They were delivered but unsigned.

The amnesia was amber, the longing red,

And memories, I think, were yellow,

They swished around us for a while,

And then they had to go.