Last Mojito, The

Meltdown

Bart Edelman 35 Meltdown You think I ought to know, In the event of a meltdown, I should not count on you For the support I might need Because you will be busy— Unavailable, occupied, consumed, With the other matters That govern your days. Perhaps, I should think this through Before I proceed any further— You kindly remind me— And drink this serum of truth You spoon into my afternoon tea. To say I am surprised Would smack of the lies I begged you never to tell; So it is wise of me to listen, For there will be time enough To let the grief settle in The special place I reserved for it, The first night I met you. Who lives a life like this, Knowing each week is merely A series of odd numbers, Always inching their way down. Who watches the wheels Slowly roll off the train And thinks they can travel Over the same track again. Now I turn to a past, Not worth the grasping, A future whose face Looks nothing like mine. This page intentionally left blank. ...