There might be things

That need to get done.

There might be urgent priorities

But, honey, right now I’m not the one.

I’m too beleagured

And out in the world, lost,

To be of much use to you now.

I just want you to know the cost

Of all these years of being

Pulled under and tossed about

In the deep seas and blackened stars,

Only to realize, at last, that there’s no way out.

© 2021 Jeff E. Brown. All rights reserved.

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