Twiddle & Sigh

You do it all for so long, then you can’t.

Impediments unforeseen sound a cry

Of unintelligible jawing when

All that’s asked for is explanation

Of decisions made around a girl,

Unencumbered by the choices of

Giants. She, with vigor, rips apart

The truth, and what remains is perfectly

Mirrored by the actions of the two,

Who yawned once, separately, and felt a turn

Of season. Willows wilt eventually.

Sometimes, let them wilt, and soldier on.

We twiddle, then we sigh, and go away

And push the blame on hope, and yesterday.