Lost in the Desert with Him

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Sun beating down
Hot, dry.
Lost in the desert
With only him.

He won’t shut up.
Jokes that aren’t funny.
I want to punch him,
But haven’t the energy.

On we trek during the night
“Days we rest,” he says.
“Good idea,” I agree.
Why can’t he keep quiet?!

“Ration water,”
He reminds
As another wisecrack
Falls from his lips.

Civilization,
Where art thou?
I must find somebody,
Anyone other than him.

Another mirage,
Though he says otherwise.
Towards it we
Drag ourselves.

Arms wrap around me,
Laying me on a cot,
Cool water with
Small bites of food.

“Thank you,” I say, “We
Thank you very much.”
“We who?” they ask, “Only
You came out of the desert.”

I glance around,
Wondering where he went.
As my head clears, I realize
There was no one else.

I walked the desert alone.