Walk down the street

with dirty feet

remember why you left

the house.

Come into my door

I won’t miss you no more

remember once you said

you loved me.

Hold my hand, please

understand why I

want you to stay

by me forever.

Hear the beat the

solid beat of dirty

feet pounding on

my clean rug.

A new name

a new game.

Let’s flounder around

over ground unknown

to see faces anew

or then, maybe a few

familiar, long ago flown.

Long, slow moan…

Really? Doing this?

Opening up so

vulnerable again.

Tearing off the skin

walking in the rain

pain can grip the soul

to open the black hole

once sealed and covered.

Long ago, smothered.

Really. Doing this.

You need the rest.

Lines quite quickly crept over

your wise features; now

leaving you old, tired.

Once you would sit with me

as time rambled on.

I took for granted your strength

as I too lived off of your knowledge.

Now you laboriously lay

around my feet, purring contentedly

knowing your job of leadership

and comforting is finished.

You wait for the death

you desire.

I wait for the emptiness of your

leaving me.