Heartache Travels

 

Heartache travels at my side,

urging to go where I go,

needing to nap when I nap;

 

Even when I say, “Not today, please, no!”

she agrees but soon has closed the gap;

with others near I try to shake her out or hide.

 

But now I wear her as a kind of sable evening wrap,

enjoy the muted looks, discretion keeping wide;

As a child I needed death and its place is by my side.

 

just a word-