'...as if to honor both the sickness and the fear...'

I confess
it was a long walk
long walk
long walk back
I confess

I was not happy

Oh you
diplomat of grief
negotiating to and fro
the ins and outs of despair
speeding through the sky
while you watched me
slowed down like a
hot shower

in January still
shaking your head instead
of nodding it and stayed
sitting there at the little
kitchen table seeking
someone weeping
in the
halls of

heavens sake.

~

My head, aflame
with the deep
I didn't intend
to write any of this
here

only, old codgers
who knew these
things were simply, suddenly
there I had woken

it was a long walk
long walk
long walk back
and I showered until
I was no longer

the night.

© obeedúid~
15/Feb/14