the visitors

We've only been visitors
in our own lives.
Unable to know any

one we can't trust.
Unable to unsee betrayals
of ours: extending that
lesson as far as we must

Each other's a mother
who cannot contrive,
a father who cannot
conceive of our bond.
A sibling who can't
be a keeper combined.

We've always been children
of somebody's, once.
Been fighting to grow up
in each gaze we meet.
It's why we can't know,
grow,
trust,
love
or complete

Too busy with
business of rank,
sort

compete