Also Mutants

Deliberate

8-20-17

Only you could've worn those faces.
I've cataloged many in my pages.
I'm glad to see that ability passed on.
The sole reminder the past isn't gone.
I know you wish we had more to say;
to laugh, to analyze, to commiserate.
There's not much in the way,
but what's there to deliberate?

Maybe I don't know where to begin,
or I'm afraid that it'll have to end.
Everything in between I know'll be fluid.
We've got miles of material to use.
This longing can't be my own.
We know ourselves too well for unknowns.
There can be openness within restraint,
so what's there to deliberate?

I didn't wanna be the future you saw.
You learned better than I taught.
Life's rich with subtle reminders
that time drains faster than what binds us.
No need to feel so uncertain
or wonder if approaches are worth it.
I'm sure we've got much more to say,
but what's left to deliberate?