like the river sways,
for a father’s blood,
for a mother’s love.
nor any perfect plan,
along our neutral path
there was a single lowered branch.
what was kindness in our eyes
is now a blemished masterpiece,
an astigmatism life.
but let’s cut right to the chase,
to when the best of us was on display,
i would hold you now, if only i knew how.
under frivolous weight.
if the right words exist,
may they find our lips.
and let the tension make us new.
i don’t know if it’s virtue,
i don’t know if it’s just dumb luck.
would it matter if it was?
what if we welcomed change in
or opened up just enough
to let it begin?
it was said just like it was the truth,
if we walk right through…