I often think about
What we could be
In another life

Wrong time, wrong place
But what if it wasn't?
In another life

Freedom to act
On the feelings
In another life

I would explore you
And you, I
In another life

And yet we are in this life
A spark left sizzling
Refusing to die
In this life

You did not defend me.
What happened in that moment
Was a test of character
And if this was a book
You wouldn’t even be
a supporting character
Not a sidekick.
Not a subplot.
Not even mentioned in the acknowledgements.
You are a footnote
In a chapter I’ve already turned.

"Excuse me," she said.
"Pardon me," he said.
"Certainly," so said, El Presidente.

This phase in my life,
It's something like a blackout.
No light in sight.

But still...
searching for it.
And gasping,
Gasping for...
air.