Autumn In New London

For the first time in my life
I’ve been having dreams that I remember
And finding subtle differences
to make these days go faster
And keeping you at arms length
Isn’t nearly far enough
It’s too late to burn your bridges
Or hide in your new year
It can be cold and calculating
To an extent that I can’t believe
Where should I go?
Where I can be more than an excuse?
Where can I go that wouldn’t take me back to you?