I chafe it with their laughter, their tears.
"Ignite" I commanded desperately.
The spark sizzled and died — so did
the belief in me, and that man there.
Undeterred, I packed, headed out, to where
my gut beckoned or where I could be.
On the ocean I am, the same as theirs,
sad but warm, the waves of consequences
unfolded and buried my head with questions.
You asked me to feel for you — naturally.
but I had to feel first before I could.
"When will you smile for me?"
"When you will smile for me."