the fog of past

we remember
through fog. we light
up
and dwell
on what seemed so
true.
the color red
becomes
a softer shade of yellow,
a romantic
blue.
we hear
the words at this later
date
in a different order,
with a different tone,
meaning less,
or more,
depending on so
much as to where we
stand now, where we
have gone,
where we must
go.