Life’s Little Misdirections 🥀🦋

Odd Visitor

Your cryptic words
(though unintended)
do not unbalance my soul.
Your odd approach
does not cause my neck cock,
crane only to see
the next page
in unfulfilling eternity,

when
I hear your knock.

Uneven door raps
(your offerings left)
before you run off.
The gift of you, unsavored,
I do not quest or quench.
I'm sorry if
you've heard this before.
Thankful still, but
obligation is no longer
our arrangement.

3.14.21
5.1.21 ed.