Poem: Always, For Good, Always, Not Good Enough

Tears, for all their salt, Offer blood-letting cuts, For my failure to Love Enough.

All I had was Not Enough.

So go my last decades, Further, ever further apart, As love/no love must do, Until Nothing Is Left, save,

I'll back you up.

If there is no forward for Us, There is none at all for me.

Off you go then, No toss over your shoulder, There is nothing here Left To Sea.

Just One more dead animal On A Hike.

Still. Always. For good:

I'll back you up.