My eyes weren’t open,

I swear I didn’t know.

My love life was a ruin,

And old parents were in tow.

The job, my kin and bankers,

All waiting to be fed.

By bedtime I was broken,

Never hearing what you said.

You kept crying, “Come and join me!”

When I was mired in the mundane.

I kept crying, “Can I live now,”

“Or, when it comes around again?”

They’ve all been gone for years now,

Your music plays sublime.

But the living part gets harder,

As my body fails with time.

But, living you have taught me,

Through hell and bliss and pain.

Each day I marvel wondering,

If it’ll come around again?

Marjan Farzaad 11/16/2019