Authored: November 23, 2022

In another reality, another slipstream.
Maybe it would have been so different
We wouldn’t have these long-forgotten memories
That become dreams and nightmares
As synapses don’t let go.

In another life, we were happy
In another time, we were not dysfunctional
In another place, we were infinite
Now I am a pessimist in this coldest of winter.

As this world ends, as we move forward
Dreams turn into nightmares
And the Crimson King sits on his throne
And velvet red flows from the decadence
The winds moan and creak
As this world comes to an eventual close.

We were infinite
This last repose, I clearly now remember you
There were happy times
Shared overflowing glasses of red wine
Within the finite….

I wanted to be your everything
I wanted a measure of our happiness
Before everything came to a halt
And that moment is upon us.

A whisper; “Abide with us.”