All at Once
heard a preacher man say,
“Love is about responsibility …”
years since that sermon
still nodding my head
for words are just that
it’s the extended hand
not having to be asked
that room full of boxes,
and you picking one
that closet full of clothes
and you going through the motions, suit and tie
that letter he never read,
the one you wrote him and read aloud
picking up his last paycheck
closing his accounts
telling the caller, he’s dead
“Love is about responsibility …”
TL