Look around.
This is all it means, now.
Broken dreams
and shattered pasts,
our future through
the looking glass,
and no escape
from who we are at last.
Perhaps
this is best for us.
No more uproar,
we fall in
with the chorus.
Made it through
what we thought
would destroy us,
and here we are.
Not such a bad place
in the grand scheme.
We dream still,
and see possibilities.
I see you,
reaching for the broom
to clean
all of our pasts.
I lean down
to sweep the ash.
In the end,
it’s just you and me.
DJR – 2023
