It Never Happened

I was not afraid of legacy 
seeking out a collateral 
collapse of a fantasy. 

Raising the ante― 
I was prepared to meet 
the unknown in your chest. 

What came as a surprise 
in a white boat. I will 
never know of death. 

A pause, a stutter, 
sacrificing civility to open 
the door of the poor syllables. 

The secret will go in― 
the grave along with 
the famished poet.