Six years old or twenty-one
Life is always changing
So do not get too comfortable there
It only takes a second to lose a heart
To be thrown into a metal cage
How do we do this
We ask each other
How do we make this work
Damage meets damage
But they do the opposite of clash
Maybe it is easier
To throw a pity party in silence
To have a thing to comfort you
Without asking about the gore
About the blood still on your hands
What lesson do you mold
Out of this debris
Perhaps that love can meet you late
Perhaps that you can always begin again
Perhaps that there is peace in the unfamiliar
OR
That a likely pair is to be made of
A wire-haired chihuahua
And a blue-eyed woman