Canopy

I was a stranger, lost at the station. Green at the ankles and the knees. Absent direction, absent expectation. Tender and willing as you please.

The canopy above your bed. Once I came with your permission here. But I went and thought the worst instead, and I mistook my fear for a premonition.

Your better judgment, your, your reservations. The reasons you put me on the shelf. I have no use for your recriminations. I can recriminate myself.

I've never asked you to bear my weight. I'm on my feet. Please hear me out. Look my way again. It's not too late. Make me the beneficiary of your doubt.