Past Future Perfect

In the corner stands a strawman

With a cocktail

In his right hand

Firm handshakes

All around

As he slowly sips away

In the twilight

Sits a reader

And the words they

Grab ane lead her

To another

World apart

As she slowly

Slips away

You can drown me

In my sorrows

That can leave me

On the morrow

But the best part

Is the last

Let it slowly

Fade away

Does it strike you

As an odd thing

How a man keeps remembering

Where the future

Meets the past

And then slowly

Fades

Slowly fades

Slowly fades

Away