caducous

this evolution-

the path of least resistance

to a future we can at least stomach

never quite quenches the thirst we’re feeling

from that dry parched throat full of loss…

we’re never ready;

it always comes way too soon.

we wonder about the arguments

still resonating in our heads

never considering that it’s more about

the fights we never had,

the words we never said,

those catchphrases never spoken and

never reminisced about tomorrow.

it’s always that twinge of sepia our minds fabricate so well

lulling us into believing this was more than it ever could be

lying to us about how broken we all are

convincing us we’re losing the farm

when we never knew the first thing about harvesting this crop.

kicking back, nursing this drink while

watching the dinosaurs die out

drowning in the melancholy of the loss of the moment

instead of taking advantage of new plans and better opportunities

in a fresh new world, on this brand new canvas