is it the silence? or the
constantly raised voice?
is it the lack of touch?
absence of flowers?
all-too generic cards?
does it happen over the
course of years?
months? days? hours?
or does it only take a moment?
i never know. i only know
when it’s over i am lost.
i wonder then what seed was
planted,
and how good the soil is.
whether i should dig it out,
or
watch it grow.
whether I have the correct
tools.
whether
I have the resolve.
