Only thing I’ve ever been good at
Has been getting back up

I know I’m broken
But I always hope I can be fixed

I know I’m sad
But I always push myself to be happy

I know there’s nothing ahead
But I always strive to stay on the path

I know I’m alone
But I always try to make friends

I know none of me matters
But I can’t help it

We make our words
And we make our stand
We say to those who see
Who we are and what we do and
How.
And why.

And we want you to know
And we want you to hear
And we want you to understand

We love we hurt we cry and laugh
Tears fall and we hope they get picked up

Because we want you to know.

But mostly.
We want to know.

The worst part of being alone
Is that there’s no one to share your food with.

I swear I’m aflame and drowned and soaring and buried.

All of it from you.

How do you do that?

What’s it matter if you’re not loved all the other days, too?

That first dance is our eternal one
Decades and distance split us
But did not deter us
And we never stopped dancing
we never could