You’ve met that man already
And he wasn’t in love
But you spent the time anyway
Over the scream and the crib,
And you have a job and a place to go,
Yet, in the background, an engine purrs
And all you can hear is the noise
Of words not yet said.
Perhaps could you share the story
With a work colleague after a while
Or an old friend living abroad
And they wouldn’t be sorry for you.
And just when you ask whether
One can lose the right to begin,
You wonder why it is so easy
For you to go to sleep
And yet so hard not to question
Your life in the small hours
And how you’ve closed so many doors
On what you’re waiting for.
Image credit : Lauren Crow
Frédéric Benqué 