You strode in yesterday armored, snapping the door shut behind you
and dropped your hot stones of indignation into my empty lap.
Uttered pronouncements, never again, not in my presence.
So sure of your solid stance, feet rooted down deep,
Clasped hands scarcely restraining each other
Carefully controlled concrete modulation
Crafted to warn of a simmering core.
Withheld the gift
Of probing for my motives
Chose to color my intentions in scarlet
Cloak me in some old demon’s ill-fitting mask
My meager defense, the truth and flat wall of my back,
Insufficient fortress buffeted by the force of your disapproval.
You departed as suddenly as you had come, a final thwack of closing door
Granting me permission to gather my slain and clear away a lost battle’s rubble.