Demon

My partner's birthday

an epic failure of massive proportions.

OTW home to angst and disappointment

I insist on a Sstop 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.

I looked down and almost without warning I wanted to jump off 

The swell was menacing - big and fast, dark and cold.

It was pushing the tide towards the shore I saw, but couldn't make out the land.

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