maybe we didn't have to end up like this
hopelessly waiting on opposite ends
maybe if we gotten past the unbroken bridge
or crossed over the landing
we'd see
the agony of the ecstacy
leads from within
screaming for another attempt,
but why
strolling among yesterday's scenes
we stumble,
unable to discern
between those from another time
and this day
left back against some distant hillside
along side a forgotten road
we hiccup,
suddenly aware
it's cold out here and the weather is quite dreary
where did the sunshine run to
where are those singing birds in spring?
did we forget it's still winter
the hypothetical looks most attractive now
leading in points next to reality,
placing a distant third
we loved and laughed or thought we did
the lies were smaller then
now, the landscape lies bittersweet
between fruitcakes and marmalade ...
© 2013 Alisa Js
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