Not Us from Late Great by Laura Stevenson

Ask me what in the world it is I know and I’ll be wordless,
except I loved you madly.
But we let contempt become an apple in the hand,
and poisoned it badly.
It seemed so impossible,
no, not us, everybody else.

Face east, each day we face, another hard night, and another sun rise.
These days that break the way they break who knew we’d be the ones,
who’d be waking into them?
It still feels impossible,
no, not us, everybody else.
Impossible, not us.

Greedy birds are first watch the herds disperse,
with eager eyes stand by and watch ruins get ruined,
the roofs with no walls to hold them,
rooms with nobody in them,
two idiots who’d been too careless with each other.

No, not us, everybody else.
Impossible, not us.
No, not us.

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