worth
every bit the fool
made of myself,
for you
the foolishness
I would still do
nothing different
I would still choose
still show up
still prove
whatever necessary
I would still move
mountain
and inhibition
whatever stood in the way,
without decision
with your permission
I would still have said it
and still listened

no regrets
the reflection is a reflex
no precept,
what you feel
was a pretext

and your energy
still
fills the room
same favorite place
with arms still open
my hours are still the same,
open at 12,
midnight
or noon
12 hour shift
with a vacancy,
and reservations
for two…

see you soon.

-see

©2015 Cornelious “See” Flowers
@seethepoet