I avoid sidewalk cracks to focus my attention elsewhere. I notice everything. The scattered dandelions spread across the large squares. Strands of grass peak through the cracks. Intricate designs lie where the concrete splits, and imperfect lines where the weeds do fit. No two squares are the same on this block.
If I look up you’ll glance in my direction. You’ll give such a heavy exchange. Your eyes are filled with dense hope, such innocence, and such care. Do you notice the care I put into each graceful step. I’m so painfully aware. How do you ease into a matter such as this?
For the first time in my life I would welcome oblivion. It would be pure sweet bliss not to know what I know. My dandelion wish. Your smile is so lovely and unknowing. It is so pure and so sweet. It is clear. You are still in this. I’ve been out for some time. For so long it faded for no reason or rhyme.