The Heart's Mourn
it was a crisp, cutting sporadic cycle
to stumble upon our old friends
seeing how
we don't laugh the same no more
but rather
getting used to the set of
piteous, huggy faces
catapulting such soft apologies
and it's become so generic like
one's crest has fallen
how could all this seems like
a lurking of a heart's entombment
that requires victims of this
sorry predicament
where is the relieve, in any of this?