What Care I Take

A Game of Patience, 1937, Meredith Frampton

What care I took to be the one you…what?

And there’s the catch – the murky path I tread –

I cannot see to walk. I cannot stop.

I drop my bags and travel on instead.

You’ve led me down a path of dotted “i”s.

I cross the “t”s with ever greater care.

I watch your face for what and where and why

Until I’m gone, until there’s nothing there.

I say these words as if I live them still

And maybe they are truer than I know.

I take a step and wrestle with my will.

You walk away; I follow where you go.

What care I take to be the one you…what?

I cannot see to walk. I cannot stop.

This is a Magpie Tale.