Pack
We were once wild and beautiful,
strong like a pack
but now we're divided, in so many
more ways than one.
HE was strong and resilient,
Steady, with roots deep in the ground, an oak.
When I say I love the floor because
it's solid, I think of him.
YOU were wild, more than
just a little crazy,
and didn't treat me like a fragile doll, didn't
care that I wasn't a boy.
SHE was strong and fierce and beautiful,
that's never been a good mix, but I guess
she pulled off being not all nice, who is anyways?
At least she was real.
And I. I, I was the weakest of
our beautiful pack, fragile and wilted,
a flower growing in the desert sun,
but I loved the strongest of all, and I
knew no one could stop me,
not even God.
Then SHE went school, and she lost her real,
she lost her place in our pack, became just
a shadow we smiled at,
sometimes.
YOU moved away, so far away,
and soon you were fading, dying, lost in hollow
loneliness, I cried every time I talked to you,
did you do the same?
For a while, ME and HIM stayed,
a two-numbered pack,
we'd lost two of our own
and it showed, but we were
still beautiful.
Until suddenly, tragedy struck,
sudden and foggy, a mess.
We tried to stick together for so long,
But the difference was so heavy,
we didn't even know how to be
the same people anymore.
So slowly, painfully,
we ripped out the last of the
stiches holding us together.
Now alone, we lie, deaf and
dumb in our sorrows, drowning in
a desert, we wait for the carrion birds
to swoop down and pick at our
weary bones until they
gleam bleached and desolate in the
scorching sun.