Meet Me After

What will you do, I wonder, when I am dead— Will you expect to meet me After, Like meeting for drinks after work Or will there never be again a time When we can be alone together Dimly lit by verve and candles And talking poems and English Lit in a quiet corner Even while surrounded by celebrants of every kind, Who talk about weather, booze, and games In loud fluorescence-brightened rooms? rcs. Current draft: 3/6/2010 Created on 3/1/2010 7:38 PM