He Could Never Imagine

Lips moving and biting chocolate-covered strawberry

halves, but while the music beckons us to sing

I sit quietly and think. This life,

it's a little too short for my taste. I sleep awake

and toss my dreams into the trash.

Why should I see the things that never happen?

I take another sip from my can. I can't sing well but

that doesn't stop the others from trying. Maybe

I'll give it a shot. Maybe there's a little left in my cup.