Passive

One felt struck; the other fell down

She knew where his arms belonged

But thorny vines and sharpened verbs pierced;

Through what should have been.



One felt fine; the other confused

When the sun and the moon rotate

The same direction every single day

She wondered

Why he couldn’t follow suit




One asked me

Why the other became silent

And consulting, amongst other things

The absence of logic

It laid sprawled out and contrived

But promised in echoes

That you’d survive



One spoke of anger

Floating along field’s of stone

She came apart

And while I asked the brightest minds

To solve the matter at hand

We reached an impasse




You can’t make sense of a scribbling brain

It jots down notes scarred and erratic

Lest one be unable to handle

This tested notion

It slinks down and falls away





I stared into one’s eyes

And apologized for the other

Maybe one day he’ll follow suit

But until then I’ll be here for you