Good bye to that

I have been missing you
In the words of those unknown
I had thought our time was done
But you go and dig up a bone
It's ancient history
The thought is lost and gone
Well almost until archaeology
Of un-reason
Has brought it out in the light of the sun

I had thought I had lost
The last flames of the fire
The embers of a ghost of heat
Had burnt down in my desire
More than this
I'd said good bye
To all we'd known or done
It's just you had to dig up the bones
Again
And bring them out in the sun

Good bye my friend
Of those times gone
I can yearn dryly
Like one burnt in the sun
I can reach wildly
Or with dwindling desire
To touch the flame of our love
With the touch paper
catching fire