ire

I was going up the hill
While you were going down
Backwards
In reverse

I had a basket of eggs
That I hid from the world
That you convinced me to see
So I showed you my Eier
And you juggled them with care

Until one fell
And then the others
In a broken mess
It seemed routine to you
So you shrugged and
Left

You walk past me sometimes
Twenty years later
With binoculars
To see me still wondering
What happened
As I stare at all the shells
Of everything I lost