A Debt I’ve known whirlwinds that swept me off my feet earthquakes firestorms and ice colder than backs turned in darkness goodbyes so final you’d thought “someone died” laced with the words “get out” I’ve heard doors close sealed like coffin lids never to be opened less to exhume a rotted thing phones hung up with no polite human word wonder of why you times with hurt neither rain or night can ease I’ve had hopes daydreams fantasies make it magic you could almost touch belief so strong you glowed with nothing real but thoughts Yes, I understand it’s a tragedy or a debt 7/30/17