Newton's Cradle from Reconcilable Differences by Heathen Eve

He had a dreamer's eye
Defense or innocence all the same
A cruel world playing tricks
All he ever asked for was a cast
Of characters for his comics

She was the free-est spirit
Sometimes to a fault
I won't get a mortgage either
An inherited disparaging stance towards hand
shakes and contracts

He saw the big blue world
With so much room for error
So many variables
A man just needs some order and peace, well at least
In his home

She saw her small blue world
Window boxes and a concrete foundation
Longing for variables
She skipped town but she never found
Her balanced equation

So what do you do with the artifacts?
And what do you do in the aftermath?
What do you do with a mess like that
It isn't yours
but you can't give it back
What do you do with the artifacts?

Never again, she said
Her motherhood and marriage at odds
"This year will be different kids"
Another downed tree and another party
we left early.

“Let's go to the park!” he said
(Perfect sunshine with a high chance of guilt).
And after all these takes
He's still not sure where to stand in the fam
ily photo.

She took the fast way out
But I know that doesn't mean it was easy
There's a few steps to growing up
And I never met anyone yet who could guess
the best order

He saw the unforgivable
and that was that
Actions have consequences
But we're not the judges, we were all pretty grunge
In the nineties

Your hazel eyes on her
Your crooked smile on him
Gazing up through glass the dust
Just cannot quite get in
A journal and a ring
And some old Polaroids
Your life's the Harry Potter books
You read as a boy
Your middle name
Your goddamn DNA
All the conspiracy theories you've made
Your memories you can't throw away

Take them from
The drawers and shelves
Bury them
And wish them well
With a sign that says
Here lies something

Beautiful, real, and dead

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