Walking

……
When she said that
it was devastating.
Like a cat,
I was merely waiting.
Who’s low?
No,
it’s not the whiskey talking,
it’s me; I’m walking.
These days,
always,
perpetuity,
continuity,
ambiguity,
no acuity.
On the roof was quite.
Maybe I could try it again;
but when?
This is a time to take,
not give.
To make,
and live.
So how?
Now?
Why is it always too soon to make a decision?
Fear of derision?
Some people just go for it.
When things are this shit
maybe a course of action
might diminish
the dissatisfaction.
Start a reaction.
If nothing else, be a distraction.
Help finish
what I started;
satisfy the departed.
But this is me;
free.
I’m mobile,
igile
infantile.
It’s been a while
since the last
discourse.
Of course,
the past
could never last.
……

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