Alternatively
I could have told you,
Some things
Will never change.
Only new calenders
Will shine,
Contemplating new hopes,
On our same old wall.
Alternatively
Somehow
You could have
Airbrushed some colors
On our
Monochromatic wounds.
Alternatively
I could have muttered
Again, or
Hushed my inner voice
that sometimes
Speaks out loud,
You know,
The things that
Were meant to be
Stranger to me,
And familiar to you.
Alternatively
In our bleeding hearts
We could have rubbed out
Our fizzled artwork
On a happier note:
Some place else
We built the sand castle
That no longer
Suffers alone,
To fight against
The waves.
A Journey Called Life ... 