how wordless have you been?

is time a bad company of self?

the old box of treasure

and inside it

the locked case of memory

his love, your tears

were they too familiar

you listen too much Sinatra

and quote Lennon in between

break odd myths of madness

and spoil your protagonist

then radio would shuttle you

into that dark room

in front of the moon

where she glows 

for reunion was just an excuse.