THE NOTE.

THE NOTE

You told me this wasn’t the way you

Wanted to end it.

That you wanted something different,

You wanted to make it last.

You were adamant about it,

You said you couldn’t let us say goodbye.

I guess you could say goodbye in many

Different ways, like, skywriting or writing

It in a poem, you don’t really have to tell

Someone goodbye, you can just think it,

Like so many forgotten dreams.

Most people forget about having dreams.

They let their lives drift by slowly, moving as

If in a trance, not really thinking about anything

But falling in love, having children, and

Getting a job, but they don’t really think about

Who they are married to or who their children

Are or what their job is really about, all they

Think about is doing those things and getting

Life over with as quickly as possible.

Some of those lives are riddled with misery,

Like day-old newspaper on a sad, tired old

Rug on a bathroom floor in someone’s house.

And then you have to remind yourself you are still

Alive, that your dreams count for something,

That you don’t have to settle for seconds.

You can go for firsts.