I cannot hold you responsible
For the behaviour of the
Molecules that make up that
Patch of tear on your wrist you

Think I didn't see you
Wipe away on your
Thigh

As you turned after
Thanking me
For something or
Other.

They are too small for my
Concern.
That, and I try not to
Be that nervous -nearly
Paranoid- little man in the
Boat rendering every log,

Rock or movement in the
Water
Crocodile.