There's Poetry In Your Disaster
Your day just declined
I can see
I feel your resignation
Some sort of interntion
And abandonment
It’s just
That well
You left
And we
are still here
Should I clean up
for you?
Make good
as a
gesture?
Belittled by card
Bemoaning gravity
Causality and consequences
I wasn’t there when it happened
Didn’t witness the cause
I can’t help