I am loyal and disinterested

I am loyal and disinterested. I am repulsed to move with anyone and remain polite. I sit in this uncomfortableness. unstitching the massed particles of frustration, alone. Its not you, it’s me. I roll with lethargy and dissatisifaction to the side and label this temporary gap. I pay the small fee and leave the space.

I step outside and smell the rain. I close my eyes and realise there is nothing wrong right now. Nothing. I drop this heavy load and take my hand up to my lips and kiss it as if my Belovéd. Convincingly. I run fast and say to myself: welcome home.