steady hands to face
the day
and a heart full of
caterpillars

the thumping of feet
on the concrete
the rhythm and rhyme
the steady march of time

growing apart one step
after another incident
another needle
trying to find purchase
when the offer has
clearly left the table

walking away could be
more than just goodbye
more than a sigh into the
waiting void of the night
where our hearts are
want of light
like moths

all aflutter we come
crashing down after
leaping when we
knew we were gonna die
but if we flew
that'd be okay too

never told you
how much
life got in the way of
growing up
and growing together
metamorphosing
like so many caterpillars
that dared to dream of
something physically impossible
currently

presently
the past is too much
and the future

well that's old news now