There is soon to be a hole
In the quiet of good morning!
That others will unknowingly walk through.

There is soon to be a break
In the bones of routine
That others will just trip over.

There is soon to be a rip
In the fabric of friendship
That won’t likely mend.

Because I don’t know how to sew
Because I don’t know how to splint
Because I don’t know how to fill.

A randomness
An inviting into a space
An acquaintance
A trust
A colleague
A friend

Thank you

This is the way
Isn’t it

Good morning
Good Afternoon
Good evening
Good night
Good luck
Goodbye


Because I am a weirdo, I wrote this poem
maybe because I think cheesy sounds better
in prose that conversation. And I can’t cry in a poem lol!