In The Park

And I know that this life Is the only real form of happiness, But sometimes in its midst I can hear the dense, stifled sob Of the unreal one we might have known, And when that ends And my eyes are filled with tears, Time seems to have stopped And we are alone in the park Where it is almost twenty years ago And the future is still An immense, open dream. ~ John Koethe,

from “In the Park”