It was not worth the price,

to throw the phrase

so it pleases me to say

no one is just that unified.

we aren’t tied

by family pride,

screaming, crying, slamming doors

for all the love that is mostly just unrequited for.

cause what does it mean to stick through thick and thin?

it gets tiring

that no audience is there to see,

the lovely show

isolated in a wedge

just when all our hellos were just at arms reach.

the eager conversations

confined in a space of our own

To the strangers, we’ve become

to feel the warmth just bubbling beneath  

realising your short joy held no value  

with the people you’ve kept close

while humming in the flowered fields

the price we paid that got our way was just too big

so don’t say

it was all worth it.

(Now read it backwards)