I watch the nod of your head,
tracing the sleepiness around your optic nerve
wiping my hands on my skin in obeisance
as your lids begin to close.
I recall the exactitude, the incunabula of your suffering
the quiver of your muscles
and the latent broadside of your misstep
the clerical error of your heart
hopscotching toward me
with little to no trepidation.
I should have shooed you away
fluttered though my feathers felt
I could claim this act as remuneration
and springboard you in a new direction
farther and further from me.
*using the following words of the day:
remunerative – affording to repay; profitable: remunerative work
incunabula-the earliest stages or first traces of anything.