all the Couches I have known
The stories they could tell
Of lives lost and lives redeemed
and some condemned to Hell
the many friends, the hidden fears
loves made and loves decried
those Couches they have held it all
Birth, Joy, and when Men died
looking back, I seek the Truth
now old enough to care
does God exist, I ask the Couch
is something really there?
the Couch says naught, the silence speaks
I ask, is love how I should live?
Not a sound, the Couch did share
Only memories would it give.
tio stib, 2015