a collection of maybes

(not actually a poem)

Maybe people see no problem in leaving w because they know we'll be exactly where they left out when they come back.

Maybe some memories hurt because they are

pieces that once completed us, but they

became broken shards of the past we try to

make fit

Maybe screams go unheard because the louder we scream the harder people cover their ears; they want peace as much as we do

Maybe we write because sometimes pets are better pals than people and paper is better company than plastic