In our first session,
she asked if
I'd ever thought
about doing it.
"Of course."
Her pen scribbled
on a yellow pad.
Then I added,
"Doesn't everyone? "
She glanced
over bifocals,
one eyebrow raised,
smiled a little and
shook her head.
I shrugged,
smiled like an idiot.
I wasn't joking,
I just couldn't imagine
not ever thinking
about it,
carrying around
that possibility
like a set of keys,
jingling in my pocket.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem