Two Lives

with the hands of a farmer she tucked in bed, the loves of her life and watched them lay so quietly, she sat back to remember those days long ago wondering how would it be if she, had chosen a different path and walked through another door into some other world in another world, filled with crass and concrete he looks out the window, forty floors high and dreams, of a simpler life, other than this chaos he finds himself in, constantly. airports, meetings, phone calls, people always people churning schedule booked up for years, eighteen hour days, oh! just to breathe and be the young boy in his father's home playing outside till dark as a kid, when his dear mother would call 'dinner's ready, come in and eat' how he wished he were there, just once, again she lay down beside him and suddenly realized with great relief as she pulled close to this man, who lay sleeping he promised her anything back then, the moon, the stars, his heart his world. and tho' they were but simple farmers unknown to others and yet, she knew deep inside she had more than she could ask for more than she ever dreamed, this life to her meant everything he closed his briefcase and glanced at the clock one hour till the next flight his boss walked by, snapping 'gotta go! gotta run! right now!' he ran to the taxi 'gate six and hurry!' he barked tears of regret flowed freely from sad eyes, as those memories of a simpler him faded, washed away in his pain human rain...