testing

I’m trying out a theory
my eyes, all wet and bleary

does the rule still hold as true
when I’ve nothing here for you

mind as sere as browning grass
still, I’ve come to you, an ass

bracelet says “YOU ARE ENOUGH”
just say something – off the cuff

enough feels like it’s way too little
my words are nothing – air and spittle

so, is it true, band on my wrist?
this gift I bring – clenched jaw, tight fist?

for if it’s true
that’s it for you

the sky becomes a lighter hue
and I must bid you now – adieu