Prodigal (Not Quite)

When kindness fails

Photo by Liane Metzler on Unsplash

This poem licks the centre
of the page
while you stay dry
at the edges

Despite the short
distance I know
we will
never meet &

I am tired of trying
to cross the ocean
preferring
farewells to
utter indifference

I am in the waterfall
of grief
while you insist on
stagnant pools
unmoved

Copyright Simon Heathcote