The Low Down

I cared for you more than you’ll ever know.

But I can’t watch over you now. It hurts me too much.

And if you knew that I was, it would hurt you too.

I would have walked through hell, if only you’d shown me the way.  

My Polka. 

I come and visit your life when I get tired of living with mine.

I stay for a while.

Listen to your stories.

Maybe we go out to some fancy bars and restaurants.

Maybe an amusement park, or trip to the beach.

Envelope myself in your music, your art, your culture. 

I take pictures.

I give you nothing.

And when it’s time for me to go, I pack up and leave as abruptly as I arrived.

I am a tourist.