Let me know when you lose the air to save your breath.

I'd like to be tangled
So straight-edged, narrated
My means are forthright and predetermined
Let it be strangled, twisted
Wrinkled, like the lines on your face
That used to smile, once.

I'd like to be face-to-face
Be able to flood the feeling
Instead of drowning in ink, and discarded paper
Words are a waste and cheap
I'm broke in poverty -a child without a home
That used to smile, once.

So our losses are weighed
So weightless and bare
Forward motion brings us here
Fated to bring peace to our buried inconsistencies
Worried, like the expression on your face
We used to smile.