a short poem about a lost relationship
|It is We
Who are we supposed to make happy?
Why can’t that be you and me?
Whether we want to call ourselves these names we loathe,
Or names we can believe?
I was once or am I now, a no one?
An abject fool of a perfect wish.
I wake up and grab for sky or rain.
But, neither can I kiss.
I was loved and loved a dream.
Caught up in what could be, it seemed.
I lost sight of true and what we were.
And now I think I see.
I wish for then what I know now.
A people are sustained by faith in the we.
It is we who maintain the pulse of our lives.
It is we who must sustain we.