i reached for the golden cup
the sparkling wine rinsed my throat
but i still could not find a reason
of course
there is good
and there is bad
i find, however, that
the funny memes
the pretty marriages
the jarringly melancholic pieces
just aren't
i tell myself
that every reason must have a reason
however, all i see is a breathe of possibility
once warm, once cold
now, simply lost in a definitive ocean