He'll ask
He'll bicker
Continuous, diligent
unsparing of wink or breath
Catching me unawares
in shower,
in a movie,
while enjoying sunshine
on a long drive
Peeking-a-boo
when I not knew
I was even playing
Assuming my participation
and vigour to chase him
Taking me to the cramped alleys
exactly as I'd not seen coming
Leaving me to box, unbox, fight
the shadows in the dank dungeons
I knew not even to exist
within me
Shadows cast by the ones
long dead, interred,
thrown away
with the hearth of longing.
Never to be exhumed.
The dungeon, the dank smell
the damp feel of it
that I now carry with me
in the shower,
in the movies,
on a long drive
into the unending, cold night
Even while sipping the sunshine
on the morning of spring
Now I no more need him
to take me from me
I'm living his plan
I'm the mind
Making me long
Making me pine
Making me miss
The very things
That made me not me/ un-me.
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