Gord

2026-06-22 09:34 pm

Table between bonds, 
Prayer shawl across the arms,
I think you've nodded off...

So upstairs and criss-cross,
Stress balls, stretch marks,
Leading to ex marks.

I wish things weren't the way they are,
You and I could finish what we started,
But everything is decided by economics,
Including the birth of a daughter,
And the laughter that comes along with it.

Fables between health bars,
Self, like her chess clock,
Untouched between punches.

I wish things weren't the way they are,
You and I had finished what we started,
Two people who never fell apart,
Including the birth of a daughter,
And the laughter that comes along with it.