We Are
We Are Not. We Will Never Be…
I watched as you burned sage,
cleansing your home of another
breakup,
burying a relationship you thought
would not live up to its
potential,
You were right.
In the brisk air of the hallway,
the smoke led itself down an
uneven path, waiting for
tourists afraid to drink you —
thirsts forever unquenched.
who you are to them isn’t
who you are to me
and only time knows the
Truth.
It is the clever souls who
bark up trees with no
grip to console their feverish minds,
biting at old stories, trying
to pick up where they left off
leaving the glories of the
good ole days in dusty
waste bins, unsure of how
to clean each
One.
Didn’t you find me in
your reflection standing behind
years of defeat, yet holding
every story we shared over
your head as a reminder of
how insouciant you are.
belligerent in crumbling armor,
a world of “no, thank you” and
“please, leave me be”
lives on the tip of your tongue.
