You appear out of
nowhere, preying on my past.
Fail I? Yes … then NO.
You appear out of
nowhere, preying on my past.
The empty, aching
yearns have returned. I’ve learned. I’m
past treading old paths.
Old habits arise,/
and I’m tempted again to/
free* my tawdry pen.
OR
*lift
She wants room without/
temptation. Okay. It won’t/
have much of a view.