Where did I put my spirit?
It was here the other day.
Must be somewhere close.
Unless it wilted when I caved.
Ran when I cratered.
Spirit, I need you—
Why should I come back?
Well, without you—
You took me for granted.
No. I never.
Yeah, right.
Well…. Maybe.
Here’s the deal.
I’m not coming back.
Unless
You put up a fight.
But without you—
No, we’ve played it that way—
For too long.
This time, you go first.
(c) 2024 Lynne Curry
**Credit to Aileen Holthaus for the first line.
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