RevisedWe count on others,
we count the breaths between words
and hope to find the missing parts of our meaning.
Those, the uncountable,
we number them as we number tears
or their causes.
We connect,
it's a trick of chemistry.
What comes after are willful decisions,
pushes and pulls in which we set limits,
bind, break, or seek sparks of excitement.
Duty is love in the form of a promise,
busy work for the soul,
a lie perhaps, perhaps worth believing.
Life is too short to be spent counting tears.
We count the breaths between words
and hope to find the missing parts--
Those, the uncountable,
we number them as we number tears.
We connect,
it's a trick of chemistry.
the pushes and pulls in which we set limits,
bind, break, or seek sparks of excitement.
Duty is love in the form of a promise,
busy work for the soul,
a lie perhaps, perhaps worth believing.