o mary ventura

o dear mary
you dream of great things,
a journey, an adventure
an ode to tomorrow,
a promise to life
my dear mary,
sometimes i too feel like wanting
to jump off the train the way you did
before reaching the ninth kingdom
abruptly, in the blink of an eye
whoosh, whoosh
i’m gone, i’m gone
the wind blows to up north
where does it go?
perhaps to where it belongs?
where has it gone? i wonder
the life ahead of me
it’s all gone now
what comes after i will never know
i don’t have to know