We’ve crossed paths many times,
But I chose to forget you
before I met you.
You used to play in the streets, safely watched
over by neighbors and kin and friends
all around you – the warm embrace of love and safety
You asking what and why and how and
where you’ll find spoiled and rotten pieces of promise of a tomorrow
which have been thrown away by spoiled and rotten pieces of that which has forgotten
when you’ve asked for a tomorrow that ceases the endless tomorrows of looking for
spoiled and rotten pieces:
it’s normal; some people live like that.
Others live gloriously.
As expected: some starve like a rat,
Others sing joyously.
Others – so unlike you,
separated from you, by
You asking for a day’s worth of comfort
Others reaching out of walls for today
is us forgetting
that you’ll look for pieces of promise again