those days
we could believe that
it would be alright,
because then,
we weren't as close to
getting here.
and now,
suddenly
everything becomes so unbearably
certain, unbending,
final.
today
this is what it is.
if it's not, it's not,
and it has this terribly
good chance of
never really ever being.
we are here,
but the world has us believe
that it is no good
outwardly expressing too much
of the mess you are privately,
because they say,
only some of them are entitled.
for the rest of us,
i guess,
this is what it is.
5:55 PM