sweatblood
two surrounded by silence
only grasping for conversation
in the awkwardness that lies around
us, your face seems to loosen
with each burning sip
and i’m wanting to find the reason
for this escape
why, why, why, why, why, why
when all there was was you and i.
the truth falls like an unfinished shot
to the bottom of a too small glass
it was never about singularity
among people we call it solidarity
it was always the two of us
and so much history i could choke
on the words of one thousand gettysburg addresses
words, just, sparking freedom for so many groups
but never you and i, the individuals
so forgotten
i see my blood, sweat, tears
blend together into one drop
falling so somberly to its doom
in your glass or on my table.
hope, love, and living were all only afterthoughts.