you're a master sweeper. you're not mary poppins. no, you never were. not even close. you never wanted me. i don't think you ever wanted us. but you had us and you feel stuck. or you feel one dimensional. that your job is equal to mine, and always has been. but thing is, it isn't. it never was. i'm the child, you're the mother. you should be nurturing. love should pour out of your pores. but it doesn't. the well has dried up, or perhaps it was never full in the first place. you're cold, you're full of regrets and i can smell it. but you sweep. you continue to sweep. you always will, it's your thing. you're a master sweeper. try and try and try as you might, but the dust won't go away no matter how hard you sweep.
...and it's not a two way street. it never will be. and it never should be.
