Weathered Foundation
/Wipe that look off your face
and I’ll tell you I’m happy,
or so they say I’m supposed to say.
I’m roleplaying with an image captured
when times fell through the cracks
of an insidious intention,
robbing me of a foundation,
for the home we built
with a sturdy reflection,
but a hurricane shifted the walls
to crumble into rubble.
I should leave, or so my friends say.
The strain of debt wrapped around my neck
moves me to the edge of what’s best for me.
I pondered escaping this life,
or so my selfishness insisted.
The home is gone, but the foundation keeps
us together in our new apartment.
I should leave, we both said.
But Hannah cascaded into my arms,
spilling crystal tears
as a confession that our love
transcends split walls in collapsed halls.
I’m happy, which isn’t what I’m supposed to say.
I inhale the memory in the picture with pleasure.
By Andy Cooper
From: United States
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