sitting lonely in quiet rooms of if;

 – if time could be undone.

 – if decisions could be unmade.

 – if only the words heard were spoken from platforms of conviction…

perhaps that’s our purpose –

the us in the shadows. 

created without provision of discern.

destined to seek,

but never find. 

to touch but never feel. 

to give all that we have,

only to find reciprocation replaced with the nothing of does not matter.

empty.

vessels of could be placed on shelves of forgot.

surely there is little else in life more tragic than suppose.

to contemplate the contentment of accommodation, 

only to find it indisposed –

unavailable –

disposable camaraderie –

temporary compassion –

unsustainable as watercolors,

in the rain…