I know the reason
Why you felt so close to me
Was because you were
I would likely just watch you a lot
Approach you from time to time, I may
To touch and make certain you’re real
With words and sentiment fully spent
What more need be said
That leaves, fire, and ink have not already uttered
I’m realizing that
This is a patchwork
That is at times prickly
This notion of perfect
That demands precision
This is a perversion
That has been our peril
I’m realizing this
Four corners I’ve found
Flat, hard, sharp, square
I dig in, grasping, despite the glare
Emptying
It would appear
It is for naught
And not my style
I let go, hoping, because the song
Singing
The world must be softer than this