The only thing 
that the Universe 
ever asks of
us is to
do the best 
with what we’ve 
been given and 
to never squander 
our blessings It
doesn’t tell us
what It never 
tells us how 
all It ever 
says is that 

What’s over 
is over 
and what’s 
done is
done and
the only 
thing that’s 
left to
do is
bid adieu 

Four fingertips 
that roll
and tap
quietly counting 
yawns that 
follow sighs
begging for 
fresh air 
a twirl
of hair 
a pop
of gum
and eyes 
that disappear 
up and 
out of 
way behind 
heavy lids
these say

A bit frayed 
like a blanket 
that’s been clutched 
once too often 
like a letter 
that’s been read 
over and over
hoping to find 
some better news 
like a toy
whose tickle and 
glee wore out
and lays tossed 
to the bottom 
a once been 
and never more 

I’d thought that 
I had built 
my home better
but the littlest 
things knew how 
and precisely where 
to start picking 
and chipping away 
before I knew 
it what once 
had been gave 
way to all
and I bewildered 
thought back how 
might something unravel 
my mighty fortress
by simple words