If your words had weight
then I would not be so adrift
contemplating life or the meaning
of existence, If your words had weight
I would not feel like this whole life is a grift.
If your presence had meaning
then why does your plaque feel
like a ceiling, even when I’m reaching
it rises with distance and I fear I’ll never reach
even with a lift.
If your love had a foundation
then why is my soul always wayward?
Why is my mission always clear,
but never set on tarred pavement?
A person who chooses to write because it is cathartic.