The soft surrender

of indifference

greets me at

the door.

 

Love is a bear whose jaws

I did not taunt,

Guranteed to out-run

my competition;

safety.

 

The old joke is broken,

who runs from a warm embrace,

and who dares turns their back on

a person with enough of their heart

to kill them where they stand?

 

So strange I remember you,

my lovely, failing ghost,

it was never personal,

or permanent;

nothing is.