More Often Than Not

Dominos, I think we should take a break. Simple as that. I apologize but the communication has fallen flat. You will never be forgotten:

‘….For I have known them all already, known them all

Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,

I have measured out my life with cheesy coo’s;

I know the voices dying with a dying call

Beneath the door bell ring from the living room.

So how should I presume?

/

And would it have been worth it, after all,

After the Sunkist cups, the marmalade, the cheese,

Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,

Would it have been worth while,

To have taken a slice off the platter with a smile,

To have squeezed the universe into a doughy ball

To roll it toward some overwhelming question,

To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead,

Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all” -

If one, settling a pillow by her head,

Should say: “That is not what I meant at all.”

That is not it, at all.

/

I grow old … I grow old…

I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.’