by Gary Percesepe

the story continues

but without us

as main characters


there was a

truth to our lives

that went beyond facts


i want a life with

clean sheets

gleaming glasses


the broad atlantic

starched white  napkins

wood fire


view to the east

a breakfast of

chocolate & oranges

the courage to

live when one's best

days are past


but for now

a spoon of tea

an empty cup


this worn toothbrush

seem as strange as a

suitcase of snow