how did we do as residents

[crispnite]

when the clocktower paints a shadow on the rooftop and we don't see it because we are below the ceiling
when a daughter raises her mother in the outskirts of a garden because she fears feeling guilty
when you walk out of a store holding a can of shoe polish that you thought your dad had purchased
when i dial the number,
push send,
think a moment,
hit end
contemplate dialing again
but dare not
finish

would anyone ever truly know the goings-on of the ongoing?
if it weren't for the outgoing platforms of the all knowing?

how did we do
when do we done
what we did do
when we had none?