When you meet a charming woman
and she is all the distance
replaying in your head,
it is not easy
doing those impossible things again.
What is it worth
to tell her how you feel?
For actions could never take place,
postcards, poetry, and an envelope
tracing and stamping hearts
as an only hope.
You begin to wonder if life is real?
Walking alone
seeing couples hold hands,
and a terrorizing world in ruins,
where there is one true good,
is where she is.
You can’t be there,
what good is good
when it is killing him
in every body racing conversation.

 

© 2013 by Mario Gabriel Adame