Would it be rude of me?
At such a far proximity
To not breathe breath back into our being?
Cold and quiet as the morning
Laying still like the undisturbed sheets
Windowless without sense or feeling
Would you consider it mean?
If I chose to not let this proud chest beat?
And collapse in a time like the hills into a cavity
Just as riverous words cuts the valley sharp
And the tongue softens both pen and quill
How rude would it be if I didn’t care about our relationship lying still?
Sometimes it’s best just to let the patient go. And please know. That this piece is about no one who writes or has written like this. *nod nod* It's about no one in particular.
