Its How

its not why you did it,
cause i know why-
your hands were tied.
its how you chose
silence.
its how you drove
miles off into
the distance
blindly navigated
by fortune's faulty wiring,
and never resisted.
its how they
made a mockery of us
and stomped on our Home
leaving us with the ruins
of memory-
forever collecting dust
somewhere in our decaying bones.
its how you could call
but dont,
its how i should fight
but wont.