I have not found the place,
Where you and I can finally be at peace.
The one with the white picket fence,
The dog, the cat, and the kids: two-point-three.
The one you dreamed of when you met me.
The one I might have promised mistakenly
Thinking that I could provide.
A place where I could take my last breath.
The one with the plot, with the hill,
With the tree, with the hole beneath,
Where I could stay forever.
© J. Manuel