you don’t have the
monopoly on grief

and neither do I.

we’re just

kicking up copper dust

and wishing we were high

going through the motions

as if that’s good enough.

there’s a competition in my head

to find out who’s more tough

and I’m winning, I’m winning

I’m stronger by far,

but we’re rooting for each other,

at least, in my head

we are.