Regret

We laugh these days about the time we lost
when you kept afloat the shield around us all
and when your brain engaged, put culture to the test;
let nature dance, found life inside was full.

Outside we screamed, looked to the sky, the sky
was full of motes we could not make belong -
on which note, enough nuts reapplied
the dulling drone that kept us pilgrims strong:

Now I have you to myself, brother
your resolve jitters but remains intact.
Thank you, could you take yourself farther
away until you get some personality hatched
properly I should have never taunted
you probably were being probably you.