Poetry / A Walk too Long

I walked with you into the night
naked I was
as I proclaimed romance
you must not have heard me
for you only laughed
maybe it was a passing thought
not wanting to know
changed the subject to
coming storm

I walked with you when
you cried
of love and loss
for some reason mine
the only available shoulder
or the neon sign
affixed to my forehead

I walked with you when you
fell sick
old and frail
whispering of failing health
I helped you to your door
and said good night

Never once did you
comment of my loyalty
insane devotion
for it had become demanded
remembering the time
I felt sick
and couldn’t help you
so you showered guilt
on me for hours

I walked to where they rested
your head
marble stone
cold ground
I cried but strangely not for you
realizing that with your
passing
my life was my own
again

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