weathered

with windows that box

and shadows that shop

in screams without mouths

of words that won’t talk

a do nothing does

whose everything should

go pleading with had

like like’s right hand man

when sad is enough

to run if to and

when hardly takes fall

while push gets a spring

a twin of today

sells but to a how

to be just until

like wait’s only rush

give wasn’t enough

try failed like a would

ever called then’s bluff

with nothing but could

now chance twists the rain

back to a patter

so ever to when

won’t ever matter