not today

on the weekends

we like to torture ourselves

with fake scenarios

intrusive thoughts

mindless presumptions

untraceable traces

tracked by our

lack of consciousness

following the vast

majority so we can keep

forgetting how to weep

for our lost loves

And better yet

the ones we never

found or started

to begin with

for reasons not even our own

the why long blown

out of proportion

and the tumbles

all growing

as they go

the littlest meaning

of the tiniest significance

the forever motion

in the forever

releasing oxygen flow

-D.