ROCK THE BOAT

 

ROCK THE BOAT _____________________________________

Now, in this now-dawned-hour,

we literally. in haste,

in layers of weighty-emotion;

wave goodbye.

Goodbye, this time,

and, we both know it, is the

permanent spinning of this wheel

Both of us, angry, about where

life chewed us up, and spit us out,

without ever clearing a pathway;

room for the impossible-fairy tail.

Fenced in, by romantic commitments,

ego, and it's pride;

this is about far more than 

"winning the argument."

Instead of days, together, where

we lay, side by side, on pillows,

hands behind our heads

where we daydreamed of future's.

Neglect, as with all things,

has its consequences

With baited-breath, sarcasm,

and, all the tools in my arsenal,

I fight the urge to ask for answers

that I don't understand.

Answers, conclusions,

coming too late, past deadlines'

or never at all.