Vacancy

April
memories still linger
like the dead leaves
i remember you
cold hands
we drank coffee
that sunny afternoon

I swore i took the train
Past the border guards
through the gates of hell

I laid a single rose beside your name

Your memory still lingers
between the frozen peas
and the breakfast cereal

and at the gates of Triblinka
a small child cries
while we watch and wait
for the numbers to arrive

Maybe they are right
It IS a lottery.