perspective changes
depending on which side of
the road you’re standing
On being human…
perspective changes
depending on which side of
the road you’re standing
despair consumed her
the old woman stared, blankly
she’d lost her loved one
your sharp tongue lashes
i have to remind myself
it’s not me, it’s you
the harder i grasp
the quicker the memories
slip through my fingers
she stared into space
gathering strength to return
to present moment
i see you struggle
i wish i knew exactly
how to ease your pain