Eternity Poem by R.Benjamin Abate

There's A letter sitting
On my kitchen table-

It's Her-
She's been
Thinking about me-

She's sitting across
The Atlantic
In her flat in London-

She must be
Lonely reaching
Out to me-

It does rain
A lot there-
She must be in need-

She's on a
Melancholy-
Merry-Go-Round-

But I won't
Open the letter-
No, I won't reply-

I'll open it
When I'm
An old man-

When I can't move-
When I'm falling apart-
When I'm too weak-

I'll say to myself,
'Boy, I'm sure Glad that was just a Dream-
Who wants Anything Eternally? '