You know, I don’t remember

13 points down,
we are defeated.
One year spawns interest
for everyone’s sake.

Difficulty in living for others.
Try to walk the rocks that
separate the ocean waters
from where we’ve landed.

Walls of arrowheads and flint
target only the best intentions.
But blood and water soak the walls
and remind us of the hardship.

We are all the same,
as we climb the flights of stairs
to sit in an empty hotel room
in a city home to millions.

Searching for someone’s eyes
among billions of lights
that flicker down below
from our lonely leisure home.

What do you find?
That only you can find lights
to turn on when you push.
This is true.

Cold blankets never hold.
Search for one and not the other.
It can be hard
to let them come to you.

My hands are too slow,
I swear yours are faster,
like your ability to grasp me.
I will now grasp you.