So tough to let it remain lost,
But what's the use when it's found?
Too important to remain an indecision,
Unimportant enough to be left
Amongst the other lingering remains
Of our poisoned past on the ground.
We watched it go, like a rabbit gone to ground,
Our shallow connection lost
And what passes for civility remains.
What would we say if it were found
Where we had dropped it, left
To one another to make a decision.
There would be no conviction in that decision.
No matter how many seasons passed, ground
Covering with snow, leaves, grass and flowers, left
To decay, the rabbit of our ties lost,
Buried in the clockwork passage of time, found
In a thousand years as nothing more than remains.
It will still be discovered, petrified remains
Of the last, despised decision
Patiently waiting to be found.
The little rabbit gone, run to ground,
Time, money, emotions spent, lost
To the words exchanged before I left.
Our time is up, left
Alone, the expiration date of its remains
Has passed. What concern we had lost
Because of your decision.
That little rabbit gone to ground
Fumbled by us both, unfound.
Damn that little rabbit if it's ever found.
This past should be hidden where it's left.
We are not adults, but children on the ground
Tossing tantrums over the ancient remains
Of that decision,
And what was lost.
The pieces found of its remains
Should be left, and with that decision
The rabbit gone to ground stays lost.