What shows
how little
we know?
What can be is
oft far less than
what we expect.
What is now
has never been
what it was.
07/25/2024 j.g.l.
Moments hardly seem forgotten,
hidden beneath grief and deceit,
unknowingly present and accounted for. Reminders;
a receipt of relationships bought and paid for
with the gentle dishonesty
of indirect falsehoods.
We lie to one another, yet
rely on each other to uphold the truths
which once seemed so consequential.
We don’t talk like we used to, or even at all.
When did we tire of each other’s voices?
How would we know?
© 2023 j.g. lewis