April '20

 

I

You were intractable.

And us?

Submissive.

II

You did bring some warmth in,

But, you let the cold seep through the cracks;

Crevices left open by your brothers and sisters.

III

You just carried on their baton,

As somehow, you felt choiceless;

Ironic, isn't it?

The domineering becoming docile!

Both you and us!