The joke is lost on us
We meet like positive and negative in the dark
We bring a momentary heat that lights a spark
Of knowing from a moment long past
Yet the joke is lost on us
Words are spoken yet not for the first time
Promises that are broken in a future we cannot divine
Repercussions from an eternal now so vast
Yet the joke is lost on us
We meet as an unfamiliar face with a familiar taste
You melt in my heart as if you belong in this place
We sense some pressing unknown mutual task
Yet the joke is lost on us
You wrestle an anger you know not the cause
I cradle a longing that yearned from some deeper source
I dream of an answer to a question I forget before I ask
And the joke is lost on us