No one learns until there is no action left to take
No memories left to make,
Time unwinds into thickened, drawn out words
of all those things we should have done.
We are left only that broken staircase,
that last unstained page
leading us deep into this absent nowhere,
bringing us back to this point
in-between decision and revision
where life crumbles like ash
and nothing is left in this empty room
where we can’t remember all
the things that could have been.
And no one learns in a broken cycle
That nothing hurts worse than silence.
