"maybe next time"

Maybe next time

the stars

will fuse,

maybe next time

we won’t be

as bruised.

The truth has fallen

out of the mouth of the sky

and yet somehow

our wine-stained lips

stay under oath.

Maybe next time

the gods above

or perhaps below

will forgive

the shortcomings

of the road to the past.

Maybe these days

were nothing but a hazy memory

decorated with the photographs we took every year.

Maybe next time

the stars

will fuse,

maybe next time

we won’t be

as bruised.

The truth has fallen

out of the mouth of the sky

and yet somehow

our wine-stained lips

stay under oath.

Maybe next time

the gods above

or perhaps below

will forgive

the shortcomings

of the road to the past.

Maybe these days

were nothing but a hazy memory

decorated with the photographs we took every year.