In So Many Ways

synonyms must feel lonely, estranged, and companionless.

they sound so much like cinnamon but are not nearly as good with coffee.

in fact it seems there isn't much place for a synonym except for when we want, desire, or need one.

but when a synonym asks for a synonym, we have a million ways to phrase the sentence, "surely there is no such thing."

the antonym for antonym is synonym and that's just fine and well.

yet there is no synonym for synonym.

the life of a synonym is no fair because, in fact, when they hang out with an antonym, they both just become each others antonym.

and they're never each others synonym.

you can spell it backwards and it's smynonys which makes it practically a palindrome and a whole lot closer than the word palindrome itself.

there is no synonym for palindrome and one would think they could get along great because of this.

but despite how well the synonym could express itself, it'd likely be controlled by the palindrome.

the synonym would want to try new things and different methods, hoping for some freedom, but the palindrome would always institute rigid boundaries on the synonym, deciding what could and could not be done-- always selfishly worrying about where its appearance. the palindrome would never stop talking about where it will end up in the future and where it had began.

and ultimately, synonyms would just find itself in yet another abusive, thankless, horrible sentence.

one day, synonyms will realize what a wonderfully colorful life they've given us without much in return and they'll kill themselves, or commit suicide, or seppukku.

and no one will know how to write their epitaphs.