HOPE
And when you have forgotten the colourful half-knit, semi-transparent silk dress on a date last September I was there. When you have forgotten that day You looked through parallel rays of darkness congesting your thoughts Or me sitting on the front-room radiator, speaking to you the days you were sad Giving you that warm smile and a illusion that all will be fine You Hugged your plain old sweater of no-expectation And nothing-you-have-to-do and I’m still here-why? And if-Monday-never-had-to-come Like you thought so, Why am i here? And how you swore I was right When somebody beeped the bell, And how your heart played hopscotch if the telephone rang; And how you finally went to Sunday dinner, which was always a great day for butterflies with long earrings and high heels. I was there. When little fingers wrapped delicate,tight And chocolate chip cookies cherished --I say, when you have forgotten that,...