Bye Bye March

Past five, a few smokes and a lot of tea later, I am reading a poem you sent 

I think if I should respond, not like I won't, but as with all of my checks and balances, I pause

Why must I? I would not, but then would it be me if I didn't 

Obviously being a Florence'esqe nurse, I will treat everyone, every ailment, until I can

Then wait for another field, hoping I don't need to, but knowing humans, women, and not needing to know men, I know I will

When I think of these things, I wonder of my expendablity, nothing to do with anyone's approach or opinions 

I never have cared for those, or their emotional reciprocity, most won't even reciprocate kindness, forget feelings, intimacy, nor empathy 

But then when have I complained, and to whom,  they all are not me, all me is for me to comprehend 

I do,  fairly easy, unfairly well too

Then I think, another Thursday, another weekend approaches, and opportunities to let loose, lose my holds and be unbridled 

Those are reserved for some, hey hey it could be anyone new, anew, I knew

Blue skies, summer, and the heat, A summary of the weekend you can hazard a guess

I will let anyone ponder, overthink, or misappropriate, and so on

Hey, April, Let's go.