Please do not offer me solace,

help me forget the pain I feel,

imagine a different world too soon,

in order to find a peace we all …

 

We’re crying I hope,

I would like to imagine every household,

each quiet ride in a commute,

listening to reality rather than fiction,

I would wish the tears might offer a response.

 

Please be angry, sad, contemptuous, scared,

thoughtful with audible concern.

 

Remember all those conversations about love,

how it is truly a bliss,

a wonder to imagine,

something we cannot ever pin down,

just know we do understand we want to believe

we can all share in that true essence,

yet, we have never really defined love.

 

Soulmate, sister, brother, companion, lover, best friend,

mentor, sage, elder, favorite aunt, chance encounter,

all those opportunities to help us define

our own personal

Amazing Grace

We can live together you and him, and she,

and that bunch across the road,

those people, them imposters,

the new neighbors,

our whole fucking damn society,

wherever we are and however manner we wish

to exist.

 

Yes the conversation has got to begin.

Yes, don’t you dare wipe away my tears,

Yes.