All because two people fell in love –
the designated phrase over
every baby picture.
Label me doomsayer for asking
the question, but
what about the
All because two people
didn’t fall in love
how many lives have been lost
in a parting glance,
a quick decision not to say hello,
not to greet the quiet
stranger next to you at
the bus station?
How many futures have been silenced
in the delivery of a rejection letter,
in a bundle of flowers not sent,
in a fight flung back and forth
between drunken lovers?
These are lives we’re playing with;
some things shatter louder than
And how many deaths have there been,
among the lost high-school sweethearts,
and the Shakespearean tragedies
wreaked like hell upon our hearts?
Where do those children go?
To the place where so lies
the bones of our slain passions
and rotten dreams of love.
No man has ever walked those
barren wastelands and returned
to tell the story;
I have heard it is murder to all those
who step foot there.