Threats

Eleven hours later, we wear down the working class one tired body at a time, this was not what your parents had in mind when they tried to give you Everything. But you drag your weary bones back to your Monday bar, and find your bartender has returned. I went to Korea! she smiles as she pours your regular. I always come back! You tip her like the dollar bills are love. The couple next to you fight dirty, he threatens to leave, she cries. When he stays she cuts him. You grow drunk between piles of papers, it’s a gift and you know to recognize it.

Late at night, he cries across the long distance line from palm trees and lonely lawns. You don’t know how to explain that life means breaking and breaking but that the point is you build yourself up again and you are stronger now than you ever were before, yes, but also do you see how brightly your flowers bloom? They know now the value of mortality, of vulnerability, of one tough rainstorm at the peak of their blossom. You wish you could carry the tears of every one you love but they are not your sorrows to bear. But have no doubt.

Wherever you go, however you stumble, I am always only half a step away, have no doubt.

Wherever I go, I always come back.