guardianship

i thought

we were comrades in fancy
close enough to measure
feelings, thoughts, hopes
and nightmares

i thought

we partook
of fielded umbers
magenta bled
with wolves locked
and skinned
our statics lush and accruing

i thought

the flow was delugenal
hot and muggish
all those trails leading
to that covert oasis drenched
in massacre

i thought....

....but then you did not

so then how can i....

....care