It’s way down low
something I didn’t know…
I’ve never bent down
that far…
never knew
about poverty
until I saw those empty pockets.

Some people are
an empty house.

Some people,
aren’t really
like people
at all.
my expectations
are a mismatch,
for a reality
stuck on repeat.

Yet it’s always something new.
Some new…
deeper divide.
You are further away
on the other side,
lost to everyone
who once knew you,
when you were

I still don’t know
how it can
be true.
-that somehow
you stopped
being you.

We no longer
wait or wonder
about your return.
But we still
most certainly do
wonder where
you went.

About skymeetingtheground

Healer, poet, author, yogi, single father...outdoorsy guy.
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