“T”

Tell me.

Not "why" but "why not?"

Despite the fact that either end will begin with "because,"

I need you to know that I will know the trajectory of your crowing

By the sound of silence before it.

So say it.

Go on, then.

Glaze your gaze in sentences 

Meant to make sense

Regardless that I don't feel like hearing how you see it--

About this period of time,

Of which you've chosen not to scoliose or stave

But instead refuse to choose.

I don't know your why.

All I know is mine, and mine is not enough.

Cause in my mind, it would only make sense 

To dig through the graven earth 

Either back up to life 

Or further diving deeper into the rough for diamonds

But to standstill?!

Never.

"It is...what it is..."

ISN'T.

It musn't!

THIS CANNOT BE!!

Tear down from that tree!!

Reign via downpour commanded by hand!!

I've seen you do it before!!

STAND, GODDAMMIT!!

Stop looking so satisfied with life!

Stop siding with dying!

Stop...stopping...trying.

Your eyes say...

"sheathe"

You've made your peace.

Fine.

Do this for me, at least.

Could there be...

When you return 

To your kingdom,

A place

You save

for me?

Save a space for me,

En paradise.

Please.

T.

Tell me.