We’ve all got are stories.
So, pray-tell, what is that blank stare…as you share?
As you glare…?
Leering about…sleeping before the lights went out?
Would you have said, something different?
If you saw her again?
Did you say,
if only he looked back…?
If only we remained friends?
Were we not a family of visitors in that after life…?
Denoting moments of, remember when?
I had a vision last night.
It started with us in a tranquil sea of daisies.
And, with due course,
with no notices around,
flashes of a city street…
Children playing tag in and about the bad side of town.
Malingerers with beer bodies…
Searching for their soul’s…sound.
But of course,
the future has always played us the same way.
My vision left as quickly as, a day.
Never knowing what to say.
Watching the past roll us away.