I am looking forward to tomorrow,

I might meet up with someone

who likes spending time with me, but then

the questions start rummaging in my head,

scattering thoughts and wild demons,

of just what do I do if I cannot apologise enough,

that they take exception to smiling

in my direction, if they cannot contain

the dread of being in my company;

or if I should say one thing wrong,

compared to the hundred topics

of bile and consumerism they dictate,

that they will sneer and kick me

when I am down

or ignore everything else I ever did for them…

Tomorrow I might meet with someone

who likes to spend time with me,

for in my heart

I know there are none out there today.

Ian D. Hall 2016