We saw it coming
from far off
We were aware of
this wave from nowhere
We did nothing to stop it
And don’t you think for a
moment that I didn’t want to
I was patiently waiting for
your cue
It never came
Breaking slowly over us
the tide of our own remorse
We drank it in greedily
Mouths opened wide like
Young fledglings we were
We were not ready for this life
These duties
We
should have turned in our badges
At the first sign of trouble
But we held them like
Breath
Easy and fulfilling are not
Synonymous
Hardness like fire-scorched
Steel or diamonds –
Herein lies fulfillment
Yet we settled for nickel and
dime store mood rings
As though we could compass our way
through life based
on the color of a stone
on our right middle fingers
When you rely on body heat
to make your most important decisions
Your answers become arbitrary
and mood rings are unreliable when
you’re already
dead inside anyway
Think about it
And next time you wash
the remnants of the day
from your hands, try to
leave the little green circle
around your right middle finger
It’s all we have left
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