A Preface to a Megillah

It should’ve been an endless time

 for the moon and the sun’s embrace

It should’ve been a classical song

that sits in a diamond ballroom

It should’ve been a deluge of memories

which holds our ankles, our puzzles, our chills

 

It should have been years

and it has been a decade since--

It should’ve been there

 in our peculiar lonesome college years

It should’ve been the time for the old us

to have a rendezvous under the strong waving pines.

 

It should have been different under such circumstance

 that Eros would find us in such youthful glance

It should’ve been breath-taking for me

 to trace the trail of your scent in the aisles

It should’ve been a date in the scented oval grass

with the swift and green and brown dragonflies

 

It should’ve been us up there in that tree house

where we could’ve written a million times for us, just for us.

It should’ve been you and me in a reality full of dreams

 and not a thousand dream sinking from haunting realities

It could’ve been easy to drink in a single cup tonight,

if you were just near me, beside me! perhaps as we share the starlight…

 

It could’ve been us

It could’ve been ours

It could’ve been doors

It could’ve been a smooth course

It could’ve been laughter and peace

It could’ve been an unending happiness.