Reflecting on a life that could have been.
Alone, sitting on the sofa, hands on the remote with crossed legs,
Sipping away at some June Plum juice with ginger.
My taste buds are alive
The silence is deafening however,
Still I hear
Voices of my past
Voices of the present
I hear footsteps outside my window
Walking briskly, going about their business.
© 2014 Wayne Campbell