Demon
Her birthday
an epic failure of massive proportions.
OTW home to angst and disappointment
I insist on a stop at the wharf
In the darkness I walked to the end
Lonely heels clack clack clacking on the timbers as a cool breeze peacefully swayed the wharf.
The swell was menacing - big and fast, dark and cold.
pushing the tide towards the shore I saw in the black; but couldn't make out the land.
I looked down and almost without warning I wanted to jump off
Would I survive?
Did I care?
I guess I must have.
I thought of my surgery soon.
Would be a waste if I didn't make it that far.
OH, how naive I was
that it might matter