A deadlier man than him
told me once that
Earth cannot sustain
the decadence of
the pursuit of
happiness, cannot
bolster the crippling
pursuit of love
and what it takes to
maintain it.
But I told him
that to keep
things from falling
apart, we had to
pick up the pieces,
glue them together
to form a mosaic of
life past, present, future.
What else can we do,
but disintegrate? mosaic