old enough to lose a dream

 

where did it
go?

maybe I was careless
and it fell from my
pocket when I grabbed
a fiver to pay for
my Americano.

maybe it was pushed
out of bed on a restless
night and rolled under
a low slung
dresser.

maybe it became
tired of waiting and
moved on to someone
better, far more
radiant than I.

maybe it drugged too
much and went
insane.

maybe it grew tired
of being ignored
and divorced me

maybe it was convicted
of the crime of apathy
and is behind bars

or maybe it grew weary
and lost its lightening
and thunder

or maybe,
in the
end,
they simply wander
off on their own like
some worn down
ancient dog into the
deep, green
forest,

lie
down,

shut their eyes
and sleep
forever,

and dream of
dreams.