Maybe

Maybe I’ll wake up and find out

that all my Cuban cigars are gone.

Maybe I’ll wake up and find out

all the sunsets will never be.

Maybe I’ll wake up and see that

all the seagulls that ever were have gone.

Maybe I’ll wake up and see that all the trees

have disappeared into thin air.

Maybe I’ll wake up and discover

that she’s packed her bags

and taken away the golden glow

that encapsulates

her love.

Maybe then,

I would ask why?

 

Photo Credit: Frank Mckenna

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