Strolling ceaselessly today
Cool wind stings my face
The indignation sets in
It’s not reasonable that its’ you lying there
Consideration spills from everything you might do
Each thought
Each statement
You delicately ask, Is there trust?
As though you haven’t the right to ask whatsoever
I need to wrap you in covers of adoration
Shield you from the days to come
Tears overflow then stream
As memories of what we had and what we have
Some place in the middle of I stake my indignation
I don’t need this lesson
Not yet
Kindly remain,
As though I haven´t the right to ask
We should’ provide for it an additional 25 years or thereabouts
However the storm mists cloud my perspective
Abandoning me cool, furious, and terrified
Like you