You work hard for the pieces to stay together
but the wind scatters it across the sky
All the cement and glue have disappearedI was here, you were there
Now we are just not anywhereI felt sand sink through my fingers
What once was something is now oblivion
A memory at the mercy of time.I was here, you were there
Now we are just not anywhereThe foundation cracks under the pressure
The windows shatter from the weather
The doors refuse to close from all the rustI was here, you were there
Now we are just not anywhere
YOU ARE READING
The Atrium
PoetryAs the river of life flows right through, collecting at the delta towards the Atrium of my soul