I woke this morn’ from a dream
Of a Muse talking to me.
It was not my dream
The room in darkness
B talked and delivered
A monologue
About her unhappy state
Of mind
Her life not what she was
Aiming for.
It was a mistake to marry
And why did I not return
Back to my Mom?
Why did I not marry Anna
Who would have been
An ideal partner?
Probably.
I just stuck to my promise
To B’s Mom: Always to look
After her. That’s what she
Wanted when we left
Austria.
But B did not know
She preferred to search
for a partner who could
afford her whims
while she made me feel
for years that I couldn’t.
Instead pushed on for a life
I could ill afford.
Mistake or Fate?
However I just listened and
Murmured my responses
Into my bed
But walking to downtown’s
Stores next morn’
It all came back to my mind.
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’17.
