catastrophic were the words we used
unable to explain our disposition.
our hands left dirty with
no effort of explantation.
and our deviation from where we began -
forced us to make turns without
really knowing how our own shifting
pulled everyone out of
their comfort zones.

it'd be nice to believe
that you had that much impact,

foolishly, he believes
that this act
will gain
some kind
of sympathy -
for a thing they, themselves, had given up on long ago.

you pity him for what he's worth
and what he wants it for.