Like a moving target board
These days are riddled with speckles of heartbreak,
a year’s worth spread across the expanse of time
No fathers dying,
no mothers killed,
So it doesn’t weigh a ton
Sometimes light as dew
It is a flight missed,
a rejection letter,
Unrequited love that never left port,
never uttered
The little big things that don’t break,
Sipped one spoonful a night,
Some days
Withers at bay,
Then weeks more
It abuses disruption,
And dares its presence
Just cheers and rainbows sky high on the noons it wets grass
Infrequent,
It rejects permanence
No gaping holes and no trunks for Alice to slide in through
Just a day as unremarkable
No questions
No black holes, nor a cure for Alzheimer’s,
no parts of our lives we can’t touch, kiss or listen to.
Himyarite 