So it begins.

Wouldn’t you?
In asking, sort of implying.
The hypnotic stare the lamppost gave
swaying like forlorn branches
cool breezes sent those shivers
sharp, then lulling to ease away the pain.
That dull numbness you defend
Drifting wile gazing, floating among those,
And wouldn’t you?
The pounding is not too hard to ignore
With proper distractions
The afternoon sky, soft humming from your chest
Constant rumbling allows sleep to find me.
A mesh covers eluding faces,
a desperate cling escapes the branches
Maple and oak shedding
Wouldn’t you?
Pick it up, pick them up
Where we stand tries melting away
Swung back into place
Still not realizing
About the dull thudding
It has happened
And that lamplight escapes, the beam into the dark
All those words, thing that were meant to
Keep us safe
Being left out is old
A current necessity is depleted and turning to
Gone.
Not apparent. So wouldn’t you?