Listening

With a thought to spare

Photo by Yun Cho on Unsplash

There is a blatant cry
alas, a silence that once
screamed within the whiteness

Oh, the contrast that it must fill
for who must share and yet,
the drops themselves
fell without hesitation.

Scattered as if a certain
hesitation was born
within and sewn betwixt

Yet another whole and eager
though so bitterly disappointed,
found the other.

Playfully grasping at the straws
that once was a caricature,
decides to play again.

For who does the future hold,
what folly must it bestow
for anyone of us to spare
even a moment
of thought,
again.