perched in a tree
i stared out into the dark
while you talked about
the lack of accountability.
pseudo-hippies disguising selfishness
con men, all the same.

our mothers hoped
for grander dreams than the ones
we kept four ourselves.
money did not rule them,
but its importance in the equation, vital.

miscalculating
instincts.
they overlooked our desparation,
growing up gets harder
when you can't even
be weak in front of Her.

you used the word suffering.
i reached for a passive way to say it.
my buzzword was stoic.
unsure of where these roads would take us
i see you there
always waiting for me in the horizon.
newly arrived, too.