A second could've changed it
Just one second
If I hadn't had stopped to admire the fallen leaves perhaps I wouldn't have missed you
Maybe you would not have missed you train if you hadn't decided to take the sweater I gave you
No if I had just read one last sentence in the book, I would've said goodbye
But now you're gone
And a few seconds changed everything.

And if you didn't exist?
What would I do?
Would I stop and lie down,
curl up in a ball and let it sink it?
Or flee to the edge of the world, keep running and running?
Perhaps I would scream, shriek and explode
into shards of white glass stuck to the floor.
Or maybe I'd freeze, just halt like a statue,
plead and just wait for you to come back.
Neither would do, I know, I'll be patient
I'll wait for the day you cease to exist
and dance
and twirl like a snowflake
and melt, quietly, away.

Through purple-greyish smoke billowed from lips both mine and yours,
our eyes glazed, blacklight seen reflecting on our silver ores.

Dark purple painted walls with red designs keep calm the folks
on leather couches billowing with eyes like silver ores.

Oh you and I, the strangers here, all have our many reasons,
some came with them, some made them here, eyes glazed like silver ores.

An Artificial Reason calms our minds in this Mad Season,
crucified on G-clef staff, eyes glazed like silver ores.

This sanctuary, whispered 'round, and found through word of mouth,
somewhere, we've all forgotten in the glaze of silver ores.

Our therapy, if long or short, time counted by the songs,
recovery is measured by the glaze of silver ores.

As one leaves so another comes, replacing on the couch,
the glaze of one with glaze of other's eyes like silver ores.

(C)2013, Christos Rigakos