Other Futures

I imagine there’s another life

In contrast to my own

One in which I have a wife

Perhaps children, and a home

Stowed away in boxes, old and foxing poems

Memories of a life spent

Rarely noticed, nigh unknown

Seemingly out of place

No need for dusty tomes

My heart aches

For idle conversation

Moments of the common day, so often are forsaken

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