The people who used to love us
Wake up each morning,
Carrying all that we once were.
Whether rain or shine
They drink their coffee
Or tea
Or orange juice
And go about their lives.
The people who used to love us might see us in their dreams:
Sometimes laughing
Sometimes screaming
Sometimes floating in the sky;
They're
Wrought
With
Thoughts
Of
Where
We
Might
Go
Or, what we would say,
Should the day come where the world is smaller, after all,
And nowhere is safe;
Except for the ones that busy and bind and bend themselves awry
Moving onto the next thing like a single-use plastic---
We never cross their mind.
The people who used to love us
Might
Cry themselves to sleep at night
Over what used to be
Or perhaps over shadows of things we’ve never seen
And never shall;
Their secrets sink like the Titanic
And only time can tell.
The people who love us still
Wake up each morning,
Arms open to all we could be.
Whether rain or shine
They drink their coffee
Or tea
Or orange juice
And go about their lives.
The people who love us still
Carry a light inside their hearts:
We dance in their imagination
The possibility of the future
But anything can happen;
They
Fly
And
Fall
And
Look
And
Crawl
And
Cry
When everything goes right
Or goes wrong.
We can only hope they hold our hearts with the same reciprocity,
Trusting them to be kind.
We cannot see into the minds of the people who love us nor the ones who do not. There are only
People loving,
People hating,
People hurting,
People praying that this year is not like the last;
And that some things stay in the past,
Yet we have no control
Except.
For what we choose to hold,
our faces,
When we wake up in the morning
Drink our coffee,
Or tea,
Or stories of how things should be
And go about our lives.
Whether or not
We choose to choose to grow:
Let poisoned narratives go
And cherish the ones who chose to love us
When everything wasn't right.
The people who used to love us never leave us how we think
or wish they would;
They leave us lost and looking for where the broken pieces fit
Except.
If we find those places in no one else
If we choose to use the glue from the people who love us
To build something better and bright,
Together, make it through the night
Yet still stand on our own
We heal
For this, I can only be grateful.
