Differences

Differences

It could have been different

I remember snow falling

and a fleet of foxes

leaving soft trail in the new drifts

hot chocolate flavored whiskey

herb and venison stew simmering slow

Desperate Journalist playing in the den

parliaments and democracies worrying

about volcanoes and nuclear storms

a twinkle in the eye

bite down on the Bitcoin billionaire

I caressed the words you were forming

sanctity in the silence before

knickers and freshly laundered sheets

on the morning a crispness, cruel

a cramp in the muscles, except

in your mind

fever came quickly with the fallout days

underscored by semantics of reason

bright were the goodbyes in a Viking pyre sort-of-way

conspiracies and treason

flags of our palace tattered

dreaming a distant tomorrow

I felt I was falling backward

I of the small sorrows

you were crying but I couldn’t stop it

I was trying but you couldn’t stop it

we are dying and nothing can stop it

there’s no one to tell us where to go

there’s no one to tell us what to do

there’s no one to tell us who to be

there is no one…

not you

and not me

things could have been different,

I think.

image courtesy of Laura Makabresku

25 thoughts on “Differences

  1. The language in this is killer!
    “I caressed the words you were forming
    sanctity in the silence before
    knickers and freshly laundered sheets”

    “bright were the goodbyes in a Viking pyre sort-of-way
    conspiracies and treason
    flags of our palace tattered
    dreaming a distant tomorrow
    I felt I was falling backward
    I of the small sorrows”

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