This world is not perfect.
If it were,
I would continue poetry
And you would smile more often.
We have been bending sideways
Just to hold hands
As we follow paths that never intertwine.
We have screamed and forced thunder
Just to hear the others voice
Am I deaf or are you lost?
We have whispered in the night
Just to reassure ourselves:
Fear is not an option.
You have crushed dreams
And I have numb skin
That I pierce with empty bottles.
I have stopped writing.
You have quit happiness.
This world is not perfect.
. . . I wish we could be.