Forgotten

Dusty room

remembering its prime

When the phonograph

Sang Piaf

And the couple was young

Now

The little cat is dead

The old man no longer remembers and

the old woman only remembers

The room,

a lonely dusty parlor

Longs for the lost conversations

With the laughing lamps

Then lit with bright suns

That now hold-

Only empty moons



INPUT MUCH DESIRED!!!