Love?

He’s smiling at me, unrelenting

Watching as I walk home

With a wobbled gait he

Follows. Like a duckling

With nowhere else to go

My pace quickens, footsteps

Become frantic, but

I do not want to leave him.

The thought makes my

Heart ache and my breath

Quicken. Sounds dim and

Images blur, a kaleidoscope of colours.

Masochistic and hopeless-

His smile, his smile

Saves me yet the solitude

Of the house still

Beckons. Tempting my

Conscience. A desperate

Wail calls my name and

I stop running.