Grimbeau

just as I stormed out

(stories of abrupt

departure & failed

reunion make up

this – my stock in trade)

all anguish became

fear & suspicion

(once again the guilt of the

victim who has always had

enough)

~

The only blood spilt

was as ever mine

yet I was in the wrong just as

ever I was before for as

long as I could remember

~

There were my motives

always questioned and

wistfully approved by those

who held the sway over things

at that particular time…

(to be continued…)