It had taken all day to get to the front door, and
considerable effort you are assured. There
was no incentive to make a greater play at being
part of this day, and when I reached it I had
nowhere to go. I had ideas, I’m never lost for them,
but there at the doorway the choices didn’t pretend.
You were away, now is that a state or an expression
of who you are? Anyway, you weren’t here
so it didn’t matter where I went. So I didn’t.
Nothing matters when you aren’t here.
© I.D. Carswell
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