I found this old poem in my documents and whelp here you are.

Deathbeds ring with “If only!”

“If only!” “If only!” If only

you had listened; the first

“if only…”; the pause;

the moment when you realize

you could instead of would have;

you are doing instead of “but…”

Life unfolds as an opera before you;

there are jungles here, and dangers and death

but poets, too, and pretty girls and soft kisses.

 

“If only” rings in the night but it need not

ring in your ears.

 

I sang you elegies

on the first day of winter;

notes spiraled gold butterflies into the air.

Advertisements

One thought on “I found this old poem in my documents and whelp here you are.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s