Meant To Be

with arms crossed in resistance

I sit stoically in silence

staring out at the dark houses

where the inside residents

have not begun their day,

pondering and wondering

about nothing in particular

other than the "why" we are here

but not in the sense of purpose

but in the sense of situation;

reflecting on the past

the words that were said

or not said...  and

all the actions that were taken

achieving nothing yet

served to make our lives worse

in the sense of hatred

and the belief that all of this

all of what we have

is somehow wrong and

should never have happened

neither being able to explain

in a way that made sense

that it was meant to be.

28 October 2020