Poem: The Song Might Play

The love of two is never up to one . . . keep that thought.

The Song Might Play A constancy of clinging, finding ways to get through another day or month A year, please let it be a year that’s all A lifetime would be bliss, these promises suck dry all flowers, leave them wilted I was me and you were you, just yesterday and dawn brought us each another The moment is the most of us, our history all past, the future merely hopeful of two of us or not, when morning breaks The only holding on’s in letting go Always difficult, sounds upside down, but true enough when all is said that can be said and all is done as well The love of two is never up to one Love is no more than watching colors change If only we would welcome strangers next to us in morning’s rumpled sheets Know them differently at breakfast coffee Breathe excitement in their newbornness The song might play and play and play

This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection CORNER OF MY MIND available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats.