A life

I am held with neither

admiration or affection

but as part of a lifelong

habit that can’t be let go,

for to do so would shift

this life known to one of

uncertainty in the face of

dismantling all that is comfort.


So, here we are in co-existence,

in the routines and ways that

are the weakening threads of

a life held loosely together that is

not a life at all, except what it sustains.