They break apart like these letters
that won’t hold any truth to fit the mold
any truth that stems from soul.
And words they keep us laughing
at the elephant in the room
like a big party balloon that is
floating in the way.
And words they show us branches
from the paths that we were on like
a note from the same song that leads
you into the wrong
and words they shift and shiver like
they aren’t used to the cold
disappear in a second
never stay to become old.
What happened to forever in the
things we say and do? when
each thread was stitched forever
and our tapestry was true
what happened to the kindness and
the people so aware? like my brother who
would notice and who never failed to share
all his love and acceptance and a smile
from sip to soul? it’s a flatsheet of squareworld now
and it feels so alone.