That Third Decade

What kind of self-respecting decade

Passes in a second?

It would have to be the desperate search–

Both wearing slog and wild ride.

First you were gone,

and then I was gone.

We all disappeared, in our own ways,

On our own ways

Only to come back as somebody different,

But you are still gone,

and I came back all wrong.

I'm not sure if the problem fell off or latched on.

I needed retroperspective to notice it at all,

Though it's impossible for anyone else to miss.