He’s just happy
Though when he cries
It sounds like he’s in pain
Let the chips fall
Where they may
We can’t control it
Anyway
I worked so hard
To get it right
Did my choices
Somehow betray?
How could I have known
For what we
Pretend to possess
So tiny is the
Grasped intent
Meanwhile the leftovers
Stand to taste better
Then the thing
Once realized
Had me convinced
I never had to have
© GÄ
Poétique 