Why Can't We Get Our Shit Together?

A call and response of two hearts breaking, 

a hand reaching out in the dark looking
for answers or rope or even a light switch. 
But instead she finds a clammy hand, 
damp from brushing my own tears away. 

Why can't we get our shit together?

Because capitalism and fear and ignorance
and the way we're neurologically programmed
and the environmental factors that lay on top of that. 
Because of individualism and egos and pride.
Because apparently kindness isn't easy
enough for people to practice it and hate 
is easier than active listening and empathy. 
Because hugs are questioned and kisses 
are traps and smiles hold double meanings. 

Why can't we get our shit together?

A call and response of two hearts breaking, 
for the angels and the devils and those still
around navigating through everyday terrors.
You are the love of my life, my friend, my partner, 
the one I look up to, the one I look towards. 

And for the life of me I do not know the
why and the how and the what and when.
And for the life of me all I would like to do
in this moment, in this thought, in this pain
is embrace you and sit next to you on the floor
pomegranate juice dripping onto paper towels
and a worn pack of fifty-two cards until 

We get our shit together.