Perhaps, at this moment, as I sit and ponder
Future me somewhere will look back and wonder
And smile, and think, as her arms nimbly cross,
“How can one lose again what never was lost?”
That future me maybe could answer your question.
Who knows? Maybe not. It was just a suggestion.
For now, though, I’ll say (not entirely sure)
I’d probably lose it the same way as before.
If before was a bed with the man of my dreams
Or a couch, or table? You know what I mean.
After wedding, of course, before that, wouldn’t dare.
On our honeymoon night; a romantic affair.
Or maybe it’s morning or mid-afternoon.
Whenever, wherever he’ll cause me to swoon.
Whoever he is, however it goes,
In that very moment, I’ll recall this prose.
And smile, and think, as my arms nimbly cross,
“If something is given, it’s not truly lost.”
Since it has been so long ago- I am not sure I would be able to describe how I wish it had been; except it would be written as being something I gave, not something that was taken.
Anomaly: the epilogue
And from the imagination
They come to help the world renew;
To teach the children how to dream,
To let them live and laugh and play.
They come to help the world renew
The lust for dreams and fun and love.
To let them live and laugh and play,
And not forget the yesterdays.
The lust for dreams and fun and love,
To make the future ripe and rich,
And not forget the yesterdays;
To learn the lessons from our past.
To make the future ripe and rich
And find again the innocence.
To learn the lessons from our past
And from the imagination.