A Persistently Flashing Light

We forget,

That we can still surprise people,

That we can matter to someone else,

Like we thought we should,

But it rings in our ears,

The weeping soul,

For all the loss that has been ours,

Caused and felt,

It moves through all our thought,

A recurring stain on hope,

But we forget,

That we can still make children smile,

With hand gestures and morphed faces,

Human helicopter rides,

Around the empty apartment,

There is still something there,

Even though we hate ourselves for it,

There is still humanity,

Even though we don't deserve it at all.