I can hear the mid-shipman

making the demand

we need to communicate

where is control?

Could you imagine

the guy on the other end

just sitting back with a smile

listening to the squawk

Have we all had a moment

where rather than concede

we held on til the final

scream merited our appearance.

I want to say I love you

with all my heart and soul

but opportunity to value

our courtship seems flawed.

I sit in complete darkness

looking feverish for some

indicator, some symbol

of truth that lights my way.

Today, while I struggled

you kept going forward

I envied your resilience

wished my envy were denied.

Somehow is it more I want

that need for control. Control

what ye may, for some time,

ye might find they’ve all gone away.