I watched as the forgotten
were thrown to the curb
voicelessly crying
but the wind catches all
tossing it heavenward
perhaps there it will find
compassion at last

do we stand proud
with our hands dirtied
unashamed of letting
the innocent die
why do the tears not find us
why do our hearts not break
for every pain inflicted
every voice silenced before its time


it’s never been about me
only self centered pleas
for attention in the form
of some kind of love

I never let myself fall
there was danger in the way
you begged me to stay
and share the loneliness

we flirted around the subject
we never spoke the words
that would have been a lie
for at least one of us