Faded Plans

That trip to London and Paris,

Dublin and Glasgow.

Maybe even a side stop in Tuscany

Or Nice.

One more (or more) treks to Broadway

To see our favorite “Phantom” and

To dine at Sardis amongst all the stars.

 

No real agenda,

Just pick up and go.

Any whim, any time, anywhere our

Desires send our footsteps 

To places of bold new adventures,

Tempting our fate.

Learning to quick-step, the jive and

The waltz. You always wanted to

Teach me to dance.

 

And yes, I know I could still

Do these things.

But where would the meaning be?

Where would the song?

These faded plans we made together

Lose their luster now

You are gone.