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.