Speak to me not
of lost chances
and dashed hopes.
on opportunities seen
too late, then
passed over in the rush for more blatant,
Sing to me no songs
over loves untended,
when the world smothered
the wayward sparks of your youth with the march
of police and dogs, and a series
of concurrent overdoses and
that robbed you of your palpable hope.
No, tell me no stories
of folly and failure, don’t describe
how it all might have been
speak to me of the hopes that once
were, and will be
all over again.
Tell me how your unslaked thirst
drove you on past mirages
to drink at the waiting oasis.
Dwell on the fact that opportunity
did knock, once upon a time.
And hold precious your fantasies
of what never was — sweeter, to be sure,
than what truly could have been.
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