All I asked for was time. Time
To mend the gaping hole in my back
From where your knife groped its steely
Finger from my hot, pale flesh, reaching to
The open air. All I needed was
And you gave me that—not much—
But it had to be enough.
In that time my eagerness was hungry,
As a lion stirs in his den, but eagerness
Always seems to court
And all I asked for was time.
So to mend the wounds of
Deceit, I came to you, bowing
In staggered humility—humility
I didn’t have. But you in your ever
Kindness found the strength to
Me. When all I asked for was time.
But now, here we are,
Months down the frozen road
And somehow time and deceit still
Protrudes from my flesh
And now your own.