If I’m all but ” cells ”
because the trials of life
plugged the only way
I can capture sound
that would melt my heart…
If I’m all but a ” mass of flesh ”
because the adversity
of the day
blinded the only windows
to this house ……
If I’m all, but ” me “,
because my mind
has vanished in time…..
Will you still dance
to the beat of my heart,
clothing yourself
with our fine memories
as we both await
The Train to The Banquet?