Unfulfilled Endings Rightly Tasted, Fit For Public Consumption

by The Juicer

Have we said what we
wanted to say,
And are we leaving now
with eyes
Shut tight,
Wiggling through dark alleys and green doors.

Did we pause for
effective silence,
While sounds rustled
in our heads
Voices from invisible streets, pregnant with lives unknown.

The talk of the town,
A public viewing demanded, a dialogue.
Reviews hit the stands and declare,
A touching screening of vices, you and I.

You and I pre-ordered,
Gnashed alike,
Made the perfect angled set,
Of unfulfilled endings.