some bodies move in
some others move out
very few stay around
which one of them are you?

there is no reason to tell, just spell

in a chase for some work
and serving, as commonly called
there are sprints made to attend (to)
productions, musicals

and many other little things that break us apart

it seems hard even to try
to reconcile and to say hello
or to just sit, and stare at each other
where did the grass-plucking days go?

perhaps the grass has dried and it’s time to move on