Concessions
You think you're a who
when you're barely a what.
Time owns everything.
You finally found someone
to make concessions to.
Not Jesus. Me.
The miracle is cohesion,
which is really an instant of transition.
After understanding comes regret.
This is what you've been waiting for.
Now don't you feel silly?
All poems are written and copyrighted by Michael C. Rush.
None may be republished or repurposed without permission.