He left on Sunday,
without the benefit of a proper conversation.
A wayward visitor,
tentative and small,
was packed up after
a bath and warm meal
to be sent into the system,
because, it was “the right thing” to do.
But in the following hours,
my guts ached with the premonition
that the right thing isn’t always
And I know,
after a few days’ time,
I betrayed the trust of the universe,
who had gifted me what I needed.
than the gratitude
or even acknowledgement,
I had turned my back.