no other way

 


an old pair of shoes
sit across the room
and dream of steps
not taken
a weary sun struggles
to maintain it's orbit
in the sky until evening

the mailbox is lonely,
the letters are despondent

the hours look in at
graveyard shifts where
the dead work

husbands and wives
battle over lives failed

the patina of days fade

the music fades

and finally,
the light fades and we
are left alone in our
darkness

this is always the
way it's been

this is the way
It is

this is always the
way it will
be

it can be no
other
way



(c ) 2018 R.R. Zinn