WHEN WE STILL HAD A CHOICE

 

Remember?  

before it all began?

their retaliation

and ours

and then theirs…

There was that moment

(little did we know)

that threshold

between then

and now,

between what had ended

and what was to come—

something so precious,

it had no name.

Still we held it.

We held it high

and smashed it to the ground.

Every moment

is this moment.

Every moment

we hold it high.

And we say,

it is too late.