I can’t think about
Places we’d go
Because being home
Is too painful
As the daydreams pass
Near that window
Staying here where life
Seems beyond

An experience
Silently known
Deep inside my soul
Always wishing
For another good shot
At remembering
How such youth once felt
Before this –

Inspiration caught
From afar
If vacations close
Couldn’t cut it
When demanding hope
Bring you further
Like what lovers dance
While they can,

Though romantic scenes
Beckon faith
So these words flow swift
Out of envy
Hearing music play
Right before us
Watching poems start
All around,

Taking chances
Fearlessly sought
And defiant through bliss
Giving meaning
Since rebellion yields
Better answers
Along each lost road
Artists seek

Under desperate woes
Bearing down
Upon heaviest hearts
Beating weakly
Worried death may come
Very quickly
Ruining one last time
To exist.

• J. Pigno