The Reckoning

The Reckoning
Restless, in a midday swig of regret,
you reach for me in disguise, a different man,
still drunk with the waves that swell from the salt of your ego
to reel me in, to rescue, to revive me within you
In your words, “You are the reckoner”
In my ears, “You are the relapse”
You seek refuge in my amber whiskey skin
to retreat from the bitter beats in your chest

I wade in your stream of consciousness
to wet my feet in our reconnaissance
In your eyes, “You were a convenience.”
In my mind, “I was a fool”
You pursue me on foot in midday blues
The stumbles in your stride release me.