If I could address you vaguely for a moment,
I would heal all the cracks in your broken world
as I hope you would do for mine. But neither of us
can do that for each other if we can’t admit
that our worlds are, in fact, broken
or that there are, indeed, two of them
or that yes, it is our job to patch things up
because somebody has to, because somebody should
and because here we are, still, with our two
broken worlds, living together, still,
on our one broken world.
For the PAD Chapbook Challenge, Day 26. Prompt: a “same” poem.