i'm taking the risk of blacking out the friction
that grinds away at the surface of who we were.
i have been handed a new perspective
for light to shine through my life,
and if it only comes out on my accord
i will surely wear out sooner than the rest
but perhaps more happily than others before me.

all are welcomed through my doors
to feast at this table.
but if you intend to drag me through this pain any further,
i should ask you to wait outside my door
until i finish my meal

and then we can go on that long night walk
i promised before you left.

why the long face?