Cratered Days

I
searched for
something buried and bemused
beyond a hallowed cage
protecting only
You
pushing me
because it was not the right place
or position to exhume
anything so
We
call them
fruitless days and forget there
is no such thing as futile
time for
All
who love
the unraveled unearth
blossoms behind papered walls
and embrace all these precious things.

First appeared in The Junction, on Medium.com