Tears exist in the distance between having and wanting.
These gaps are not insurmountable, but the
Methodical application of time, chemistry, and compatibility
Is a test of self-reliance and trust in the unseen.
Half a party dedicates life and wandering to god, asking
For visions and double-proofs of the existence of love.
The remainder walks in a field of logic, looking forward,
Sideways at the reality of what is, steeled against hope.
Under which equation can prayers be forced into existence?
Or is it all a downhill struggle anyway? Just pockets of relief
Pressed into palms while the moments shed their skin
Pock-marked and chucked into leather satchels we carry
Around our necks and aging shoulders, an osteoporitic future.

Author: Erica V.

Always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken.

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