Salvadoran Dreams

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(A lone voice whispers)

I can still remember a time

I spent with my old love called Miss Sloane

Where my only crime

Was to love her

All the time

Like a queen sat on a golden throne 

For she was my life's majestic keystone

Well those happier days have gone by

Starting in 98

In late July

When I died

And she gathered with a few others

Including my father and mother

Sisters and brothers

To say their heartfelt goodbyes 

Now I just need someone special like Miss Sloane 

To hear my early morning prayers

For in here

The land of no air

Heartbreak follows you

Like a second shadow

A thief in the dark night everywhere

From sad tears filled with memories of your one and only

To stories to remind you why you're still lonely

And why you spend long nights crying inside

Feeling lost and abandoned on your own

To cursing a new day that always ends in another time zone 

The doorway to here only opened 

When you hear the call of the Golden Trombone 

To be then be tasked in writing booths

To remembering when your only crime

Was to love someone so special

All as time flew by

After they all gathered at your wake 

As that magical doorway opened up

And you had to say your heartfelt goodbyes

When you suddenly heard the call of the Golden Trombone 

That summoned your soul home

Copyright John Duffy