Sticky

I crossed your darkend path
And felt how …
sticky you were.
Roped with irritations
Everything… just clinging.

I watched you
Unknowingly chase
The tail that is your own
Amused..
Like a juvenile.

Unable to shed
your malignancy
…of choice
Everything is your trigger
Clock waits… loudly.

******* blame
You remain..
Wide eyed
Looking for reason
To explain affect.

The presence of you
Films me..
I step away..
And brighten.

Tf 2/2016