A diary Full of old loans That tone at your heart Aching, breaking For so many— They held it in their Grasps And it crumbled Like existential dust Striking midnight Through wet, as tears Write your story over Some don’t hear When the hearses come I wish you could ‘cause I’ll be in that One at the back Seize this on the Lack of GEMs shining Agitating It’s as sturdy as Comic with bad jokes It’s as steady as Love without trust It’s as wild as Revelations with courtesy— Gavin, you took that Word as soon as you Heard it spoken And fled out of there