I think that the fact that

you make me laugh out loud

and I understand the nuances of 

your joys and sorrows--

should be enough.

Crippled Sometimes

Are you crippled by the shadows of 

skeletons and bones, creeping and whispering in 

the crevices of you[rs.]

The lullings and hopings that you

cannot give up

The faces and voices of the dreams you promised

never to let fade.

The devastation of the leaving and the windings of roads that have no ends or beginnings, but that you cannot bring yourself to diverge from.

The temptation of letting the hurting suffer in isolated silence,

containing and cauterizing wounds that someone else made,

Yet knowing this will never be enough to silence the whisperings 

that your joy is imminently entwined with the removal or addition of some kind of joy

[perverse games? ingenuine flauntings?]

banking

how do you justify the spending of a life
the spending of the time, energy, and concern
the amount of emotion allocated per person
per room