we are supposed to
build each other up.
supposed to
love each other and
say it,
show it.
supposed to
hold hands,
hug,
put our arms
around each other
as we walk,
as we read books,
as we watch
the sun,
the moon.
we are supposed to
talk to each other.
supposed to
ask each other questions.
supposed to
joke.
supposed to
talk about what scares us.
why we are sad.
we are supposed to
be family.
we are supposed to
be friends.
we are supposed to
love each other.
we are supposed to
be kind.
we are supposed to
be afraid and
we are supposed to
have courage.
it’s supposed to
hurt.
it’s supposed to
feel good.
nothing
is ever supposed to
stay the same,
and nothing
ever really
changes
all that much.
it is supposed to
happen like this,
everything,
all at the same time.
it is supposed to
happen like this,
and this is not at all how it is
supposed to go.
go,
it is supposed to
go.
and stop,
it is supposed to
stop.
it is happening as
it is supposed to
happen.
we are supposed to
love each other.
and build each other
up. and
hold each other’s hands.
we are supposed to
love each other.
and talk to each other.
and be brave.
and let our faces
be not brave.
and look at the sun.
look at the moon.
look at the sky.
look at the earth,
dig our fingers in.
watch it fall from us.
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