One day eleven years from now
I saw you sitting at the table in the shop
A Dunkin' Donut sat next to you as you gazed at the empty chair
Smiling at the sight of me that wasn't really there
Though I was behind you, close enough to touch your hair
I'm sorry for leaving you, we both know life is so unfair

Did you buy the Apple Crumb for me
Hoping somehow I would lift it in the air?
Even if you could see me here you could do no more than stair
For ghosts are merely specters that live in the nowhere
Perhaps I might be there with you if I had taken better care
But how could I know I would finally find love in one so pure and fair?

For now I look in each bus window
That rides past your empty seat
Watching to see your face searching for my smile
Eleven years road by in just a little while
I knew you would return one day to release your hearts denial
To be set free of your guilty plea in a never ending trial

10/01/2009

Author's Note: I woke up from a dream about an hour ago and wrote this. It obviously is not real, as I am alive and well, as far as I can tell. But who knows, maybe I really am dead and this is the dream. That leads me to wonder, am I in Heaven or Hell? Either way, it's not at all what I imagined either one to be. Well, as far as the poem goes, I know why I dreamt it, I have be worrying about what would happen if I died in the very near future. Not that I am being paranoid or anything, I just know that my health is not the best and I do not have health insurence since I lost my job back in May. And now that I have fallen in love it would be just like God to mess it all up the way he has the rest of my life. Of course, that's another reason to believe this isn't Heaven, if I am indeed already dead. I probably shouldn't meantion this to my girlfriend, she might think I'm crazy and break up with me. That would in turn, give me a heart attack, I'd die and the poem would become prophetic. Hmmmm....

Posted on 10/01/2009
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