Imagine me caught inside
a Stephen King Hallmark movie.
Imagine me and pine trees,
a small house with a chimney.
Imagine me wearing
an ugly Christmas sweater.
Imagine me standing
next to a person I just met.
Imagine we are smiling,
holding mugs of hot cocoa.
Imagine we are learning
the other is our soul mate.
Imagine we might
imagine our future,
imagine escaping
the prison of that globe.
Imagine.
Bio: Gary S. Rosin