siempre
para tu
and i don’t even know spanish
i can’t force these things; they must absolve on their own or
with the aid of a greater force than is
encapsulated within my meager conscience.
but oh, the fluff–
volumes contained in my memory witness
our time. was it our time, or is our time to come?
perhaps (thrice)
it was a rehearsal, where players(you and i)
missed cues and used our soliloquies where
we should have not–there is no doubt.
but the audience remains and they have no tomatoes.
can the acts and scenes be restored? only
if He is our muse