What is it that gives us that little “uh”
When we give up something at the bargaining table
Of life that is ours?
You know, that physical feeling, that internal nudge
That says we are alone and this is not a longtime
Thing it is a temporary one and why
Are we doing it?
What does it mean when I see you in the eye of me
And I wait for the decrepit use of the alvula (to be
First to use the word?)
Everyone lasts forever in your memories
Perhaps that is where they should stay
No longer a part of me and you
A bit of me a bit of you
Has been et away at by
The sweethearted scent of nausea
And fumigating houses.
Copyright B E Saunders 2016