Down, we are

A piece for us
that which we cannot name
Should this be The End
lemme ask again again again
Are we a ‘hey there’ once plump with emotions
a spring of wants now spilt into oceans
Are we borrowed hallowed
unarmed for tomorrow
Was I a lazy drawl with my lingering s’s
a she who will never become the missus
Was I a sacrifice a price
an unlucky roll of the dice
Are you a salty tear that never will dry
a blank line where the word is goodbye
Are you a spacer a breather
a sweetener for bitters
Ah, a piece for us
that which we cannot name
Shouldn’t we just quit it
can’t be broken again again again

***

Pictured: Chair; Paete, Laguna

Hey, ya! Drop me a line.