I Do Think Every Thought She Knew
If in the moment we parted ways,
we could have allowed our energy
an open door to solemn authenticity
we might feel as compelled is today’s
hope for memory, a simple truth
lies before us drawn with ink stains
yet the absolute, the real, abstains
again, without an optimistic youth
we wallow in the real of our imagined
crisis, playing the role, asking to know
just how far have we, where to show
our own talents in contrast determined.
While the sea continues to churn in distant
waters, here on land the solid is consistent.