Imaginary Future Conversations
Imaginary future conversations
occupy me in the morning when I’m driving
oh but wait I cannot drive
Still in the morning when I wake up in the shower
at some godforsaken hour then
imaginary future conversations start to flower
Oh, a fictional exchange with all the friends I have neglected
or the partner I selected
or a leader they elected
An important back and forth between myself and an employer
between a mother and her boy
between a father and his daughter
Imaginary future conversations are not easy
to untangle or unpick
somehow they never seem to stick but now
I’ve laid them in the open
for the sake of some endorphins - how foolish!
A creation in the quest for validation
Imaginary future conversations
what a way to waste an evening or a day;
to make-believe what we might say
Whistle dry and thirsty
whilst my heart a-leaps and lurches all about
as these exchanges fizzle out and then replay
But searching for words of my own
What should I say? I never know
If words are a gift to be saved
In my imaginary future I have nothing new to say