O morning people
Crammed in with me
That I grind into
While being ground into
Fathers who never kiss their wives
Mothers who never hug their kids
Children who never say ‘I love you’
Hold up strangers
While being held up
I tower above you
You huddle around me
Penguins around a seal
Ants around a mantis
Tree amid the bushes
Growing in the same earth
The ride would be longer
The ride would be lonelier
Without you
No comments:
Post a Comment