when did these responsibilities creep up on me? catching me unawares...a bit at a time...the lengthening of a sigh...the deepening of a shadow...
what are these weights around my neck...those two spots i can feel with my finger but which will not go away...
that hushed the fire and dimmed the laugh...a chuckle they call it?
but did they bring love too or did love carry them along, afraid of her own solitude? and did they bring the deep sleep too? and the heavy lids in the morning?
and meaning? i think they brought a meaning too, which scarpers away as i try to touch...maybe its just the tiredness...