Trust me,

it was just so much easier

to push you away

than letting you live

with a time bomb,

one that ticks in the soul

wrapped in pot marked skin,

the melancholy held at bay

only by the desperate knowledge

tucked away

that at some point

I will fathom out

how to smash the reset button;

I pushed you all away

because Time is cruel,

it deceives

as you once did

when you pretended

to be my comrade.

Ian D. Hall 2016