Slowdown

I begged to go where I can go now,

amongst the drift, within the slowdown,

half alive and half reliving hours,

pass the time thawing out the house,

and I stayed to watch you mourn us

in a way I felt without,

and that’s when I felt the smallest,

whilst I waited to melt it down.

The legs were staggered several months out,

you left the dagger blunt and somehow

sank the blade slower over time,

your palisades quickly lost their shine.

Getting paid to be your warden

when it was me that wanted out,

and I know I’m not important,

but it was brave to say aloud.

Still, you let me live,

a second stint.