poem., untitled Options

[racoons > you]

Quivering on the lips of the girl we left behind
amazed, and dazed, at the brazeness of rejection,
is something no one should have forgotten
the secret of secrets.
who to tell,
when to shut up.
only one person can tell you that.
but, to be fair, all people are one.
and we abandoned that little girl anyway
mortal like the rest of us
the rest of us, in fact.
as she fades into the distance she could hav ebeen a boy.
man or woman
dog or cat?
do they do that?
they are, after all, one.
so if each one turns around?
and finds that little girl, boy, man or woman?
could we find what we are looking for?
a certain capacity which we all lack?
or would we just start looking for something else?
knowing the secret, we would ask why we wanted to know
so listening to that little girl
and what was on the tip of her tongue
isnt the answer.
its a step towards the question
but at least, if we listen to one
we can take the step in twos