Why~ (poem)

Yes, I’m a fortress of full stops.
You, the surrounding river of question marks
Your arrival was an exclamation
Putting a comma in my comatose
Your words, the forgotten use of semicolons
Like the quote marks in the songs you hum
Inserting memories encased in brackets
With a nightly ellipsis of misunderstandings
Unprovided spaces misquoting truths
Not the possessive case of apostrophes
But curved like your guiltless smile
A question mark, why?


A li’l something I just wrote.


— Pratty