Today, Still

Our foreheads pull up and in
Like armies in lines
Of pacifistic rage
And empathetic heartbreak
And we are right again

It may sound like revisionist history
But I swear it’s not
When I say that we
Have never
Been wrong 

Today, still
The lines turn to waves
That crash as we attempt to build
Shelters for each other

Yours for me crumbles
Quietly while I do the dishes
And mine for you crumbles
Quietly while you brush your teeth

1 comment:

Constructive criticism welcome.