such an innocent question.

it’s ok, don’t worry, it’s not
your responsibility.

oh, no.
i see your face
crumple
deflate
a faintest flicker of
shame
the tiniest of wounds.

but you said you found it adorable…

i do.
and
it’s not your responsibility.

OK.

your spirit
just that little bit
flatter
my complicity
unintended.

i want to hold
your hand
give it a squeeze
hold you
to reassure,

boundaries
healthy ones luv.

it’s ok to be mindful
and
possible to care
without
being responsible.
and squeeze you
just that little bit more.

i don’t.
afraid if
i do
you’ll
jump and
run.

instead,
i smile,
hoping it’s reassuring,
and drive on.