Isn't it odd how an innocuous word
Can carry the weight of so much meaning?
"Wash? Wash, honey, get up!"
Or that a sentence, left unfinished,
Can cause such sorrow and heartbreak?
"I am a leaf on the wind, watch..."
How does a word contain the essence of
What it describes, who bears the name?
"Who's flying this thing? Oh right, me."
And how do you let go when that word
Is wrenched from you, suddenly and forever?
"She's torn up plenty, but she'll fly true."