Sep 8, 2018 · 1 min read
JUSTICE

You are not made of something I cannot break.
But I will not break you by swinging my axe, blow after chipping blow, and watching you fall apart.
No, your stubborn type does not break that way.
I will walk away while you are whole, stood up straight, shoulders back and looking down at me.
But when you see my back, know that I will think no more of you.
After I lose your gaze be sure that I will forget your name.
But you will stand there, fixed up on your perch and you will wonder
and wonder why I did not turn around
