But what if we never came back
and end up as groove in a track
on a record that’s stuck in the
there’d be no more
no ever after
just scratches on parchment
life and love and laughter
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
but what if?
© 2020, John Smallshaw.