If life was a plot
A poem
If life was a plot I’d be asking:
Where were you last night
When I drove through the rain?
And you’d have been stuck on the roadside
With emergency lights on,
While I drove past thinking
“I’m not dressed for this shit”.
And where were you when the volcano erupted
And the skies went silent in a truly apocalyptic twist?
And you’d have taken the train,
And I — your seat on the first plane back.
And seriously, where the hell where you partying
When I searched among strangers
All the way from Mayfair to East End?
And you’d have been on a sabbatical in Scotland,
Because you already went through that phase.
And what questionable decision did you make
When I made mine to quit the big city
And do a pilgrimage instead?
And you’d have decided
To move to that same city — just then.
And whose hand were you holding
When I held my mother’s, a minute before she died?
And you’d have known how to answer without pretense,
Which is a rare gift.
And have you ever picked up a book
Left behind by a stranger that changed your entire life?
And you’d have smiled and said:
“No, but I left a couple around,
Maybe they were for you”.
If life was a plot I’d be asking:
Where are you now,
While I am no longer with him?
And you would be on the other side
Of
This
Screen.
