LOGIC, the lack thereof
anxious to move forward
frustrated by time standing still
I push him, urge him, ask him
may we go shopping for a bed
so you can sleep soundly in your own space
me in mine
a rebuttal is all i get
he wants to go on a Saturday
he wants to wait for the doctors and their answers
he wants to be sure
sure. sure of what?
just a few weeks ago he was full steam ahead
No I don’t need physical therapy
No I don’t need to stay downstairs
I am not allowed to say no.
I have to grin and bear it and wait for next Saturday
Another week of restless sleep, and excuses not to come home
just so he can be sure.
The only thing to be sure of is that I will lose my mind
while he is whiling away the time of his refuge.
If I survive without mental harm,
I will surely need a chiropractor by then.