Tortoise

So unfortunate that
I should miss you
so. So, I'm slow
on the rebound,
sure. So what?
I'm certain your
capacity for my speed
is matched only
by your understanding of
my pugnacity.
Slower than molasses, you.
So, we're slow,
sans appendages,
shells of tortoises,
we do very
little moving, you and I.
So what?
So, I wish that you
were slower.
Keep pace with me.
Slower than molasses we
would be.
Slowly getting slower
so we could be
together.
So I smoke too much,
I don't choke so much.
So what?
I don't miss you.
I never missed you.

My self worth is worth very little.