untitled i

its in the birth of an ending
and the death of a beginning
a slap issued
a cry that’s stifled
these are the things
we cannot undo
the things that leave us
undone
a hand that never enfolds
an i that doesn’t conclude with
sorry
it is a love that was
never truly found or a
life thats lost its ground
its in the look you get from way
across the room
the tsk tsk and murmurs
of others judging you
the things that make you come undone
in all this time
we’ve blamed unraveling on
big violent events
assault
robbery
natural catastrophe
but in the end
its actually the small things
the tiny should be forgotten things
that change you
make you un-you
its the hello that doesn’t
meet a ciao
or the reach-in that leaves
you feeling left out
its the conversations that cease
and the laughs that get caught in
people’s throat the moment they
realize you’re listening
its in all the things
the little things that
go unsaid
the minute things
we just don’t get
around too
that cause a thing
to
end
indeed the devil
is in details
the small finite
specs of connection
that spin us out of
disorder
and back
again.

4 Comments Add yours

  1. Christiana says:

    I love the way this flows, it feels like it just rolls right off the tongue. Well done!

    1. 98dayjourney says:

      thank you.

  2. Jnana Hodson says:

    Wow. You nailed it.

    1. 98dayjourney says:

      that means a lot coming from a wordsmith such as yourself. thank you.

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