A Monday Piece

Zero hour is approaching rapidly; only 3 weeks remain before my departure for Italy. In the flurry of preparations, I've had little time to devote to writing, and it's all too likely that it will fall to the wayside during the four months I spend abroad. At the very least, I plan to regularly update a blog devoted to my travels, and I'll be writing papers for my classes. Beyond that, only time will tell. No more progress has been made on the short story; I've lost the fervent drive that got me through those first few pages. I haven't even been reading much. But I do have a poem.

In the Subjunctive, I Will

I would, I

would tell you

if the sparks had burned

if the light was out

if I needed anything, or

wanted you close

I would, I

would wake up

if I missed you too much

if I lost myself again

if this were broken, or

stale and bitter

I would, I

would hide away

if this can't be mended

if this is my last stop

if we haven't decided, or

given in

I would, I

would lock out the cold

if we were alone

if we could forgive

if there were words, or

threads of solace

I would, I

would, I would,

I know.