I think only of you

you

with someone else now, but
were really ever with me?

you were the one left standing

sniffing the scent

wondering

now you are pursued again
my spotlight carves your shadow into the ground

is it fair?

I know it is not, but
should that stop me
from trying to help myself?

I am my father's son
after all

light wanes in the face of your forced indifference
you are lost to me now
the night swallows you up
another's torch
lighting your path

powerless and tearful
I must not interfere
silent I watch
as you disappear

saluki roam the moonlit desert
where northern winds hold sway
ruffle the blanket threadbare
make it go away

this is the place

you pays your money
you takes your choice

trite truism holds platitude's hand
as they kneel before the king:

you makes your bed
you sleeps in it