He goes
And comes,
Packs and runs
When he is tested
By the connection.
Can’t remember
The last time
I got a return
On my investment.
I invest far too much
In the name of love,
In the name
Of every sense of security
That he has the potential to offer.
He offers very little
In the meantime;
Just enough
To keep my attention,
To keep me focused
On walking through
The door that he keeps open.
I go in through the back.
I keep quiet.
I do what I must
To keep his demons from waking.
I take what I’m taking.
I patch up what he’s breaking
Then,
Brag to my friends
About the stones
That I momentarily keep afloat.
My favorite activities;
Skipping stones,
Grabbing ropes...
...holding on
To whatever energy refuses to let go.
I
- Open.
- Close.
- Stretch.
- Fold.
- Cherish the bits.
- Hide my fits.
One day,
I won’t be a part of anything.
And he will still have it all.
Copyright 2019 by Kentrell Blanche