and so we gather here
like some poetry reading without a voice to hear :
this is where we validate our selves.
this is where we bear our musings.
this is where we extend our gestures.
this is where we comfort our despair.
yet these are all assumptions,
for this is where we’ll soon bury our dreams;
this is just our lives re-imagined.
this is where we look back over our shoulders.
this is where we settle for good.
whatever you read doesn’t matter,
we’ll be all in here together.
they’ll never get out.
this is the place they’ve chosen
for their words and thoughts to breathe
and later cease to exist.
otherwise, we have to look up to them too.
understand that this is not a stepping stone,
you ain’t going nowhere.
this is us —–
you reading me.
me reading you.