Could have been
2020-10-13
We could have left
the realms of reason
my love.
We could have flown on the wings
of make believe and bewildered beasts.
Left tomorrow for years to come
basked in now
with open palms.
But you would not have it
stayed with shapes
of logic
too vivid for anything to survive.
So I am left
at the open gate
fluttering and seeking resonance
of a meeting
not so long ago....