Change

Forget that it means anything
callous hearts make callous lives
the afternoon’s light frittered ever so slightly
the breeze froze its march — then, resumed
now, the probing palms have ceased — languid cognizance
reeling from the unsettling cognition — crumbling
no surprise, another cycle catching up to what’s begun
with no restraints to hold them back
problems are pillows to cradle heavy heads
insinuating drama and despair; explode and fold again
subtle hints of tragedy and loss, lacking the lost
lemons go bad, nothing lasts.

And when it starts to eat the soul, feed it some more
to bate the savage hunger — apathy is a treasure
vials of poignant regret collecting dust alongside the formaldehyde
not all is lost if preserved appropriately
interject the need to love another without rational discourse
for irrationality has many validations and letting go costs a lot of faith
but what of the metaphors that ruined
taste - the mouth once adored,
gnawing - the flesh once cherished,
scolding - depravity once craved?
emptiness, like the void, has personalities too.
welcome change, nothing lasts.