For Jethro Poem by Cosi Celeste

I didn’t come to right a wrong
I’m well beyond that slight.
I hardly think of you at all
I dream with lucid conscience.

A question posed through well penned prose encountered me this evening.
I wouldn’t want to rouse your ire what good would that do?
I came tell you things did change
before I ever met you.

Instead you chose to see through other eyes
believing I would hurt you.
You foolish man I bared my soul…
It wasn’t me that night.

And yet I’ll carry you around
like something good that’s happened.
I’ll work and play and laugh and love
supposing you will more(ph) .