So pretty
this piano 
begging me 
come closer 
I have 
a secret
it sings
melodies of
your kiss
that too
rises and 
falls quietly 
in pitch 
and pleasure 

Imagine 
having loved 
for a 
lifetime only 
to not 
Imagine 
the barrenness 
that dank
irreverent chill
dried husks
of something 
once was
Imagine
after all
someone else 
a drink
and morsel 
a fallen
seed overlooked 
takes hold
and spreads 
Imagine
a field 
flowers filled 
oh wheat
barley too
and children 
their laughter 
nothing really 
ever ends 
so long 
as you 
Imagine 

We didn’t know 
I certainly didn’t 
that we were
poor poor being
a perspective I
suppose of something 
else being wrong 
I just thought 
that not having 
anything was normal 
that was until 
I did see
what others did 
and then envy
and then jealousy 
supplanted being poor 
that some how 
life was out 
there and that 
this was not 
though it was 
oh it was 
a better time 
the best time 
best of all 

And when I 
do finally reach
the depot with 
ticket in hand 
I expect to 
answer your questions 
taking stock of
what was then 
my life lived 
things will be 
counted debated argued
and finally decided 
upon which platform 
I board going 
on or maybe 
even going back