Purgatory blue

But what if we never came back
and end up as groove in a track
on a record that’s stuck in the
twenties?

there’d be no more
no ever after
just scratches on parchment
devoid of
life and love and laughter
and
what if we never came back?
is it worth it to try something new
when nothing is who we become?

I hate poets that bring up ideas
to make my brain spin and my ears
bleed

but what if?

© 2020, John Smallshaw.