the amount of time a mere trip
on a word, and the appending
how was I suppose to know
like maybe we were mind readers
at some stage, and now
terrible assumers
there we go again
both so allergic to
the disharmonic balance
and the ensuing Last Word
so many walls summoned
crumbling caves into solitary
confining the other
and our hearts are outside
bleeding and
begging to be open
there we go again
tearing
something open
that needs a tender touch
