As I sit here staring at your snapshot
...those were the days, I sigh
What I wouldn't give to exchange this plastic world
For what was once real, organic
and so full of your own brand of careless optimism
We tasted breezy ocean tides and pasted our dreams
together in hopes of making a big splash in Malibu
But now I-55 no longer holds the keys to our euphoria
Instead a cold cup of community coffee sits on my glass coffee table
in my fashionable ground level condo
Passersby with curious eyes peer into the smokey
full length windows and see Fontanna, my beautiful rescued greyhound,
my prize...lying with graceful ease
as tho she was born and bred to spend languid days
on my red velvet sofa...listening to the faint sounds of smooth jazz
Perhaps the onlookers recognize my room on display as the one
photographed in last month's edition of
But oh baby! I would gladly exchange your one snapshot for my
smooth glossy spread any day...
Yet decisions once made can never be traded...
nor commitments painlessly broken...
I realize now...much too late ...as I fear the eclipse of my life has arrived
...whether permanent or temporary, your beautiful, simplistic light
no longer shines for me....