of course there was a difference
between how you had done it
and how you felt
about it, it was only a matter of time
when it would present itself
as a security issue
a farce of circumstances
your eyes pinned on the face
of whom there was no other
no reconciliation from what you had
and this face
in the end
you could only feel something
pressed to the back of your neck
a dull thing, a pipe
that was warm from use
and you had prayed
that this time it would be different
but how could you have known
that all this time
you were fighting
something you could never see
with your eyes.