This is the last
the waning moments
when breath proves itself
less valuable than time
and your grim is tight on my forearm
but theres no longer a threat.
I think back to when
you were at the height of your powers
You would throw me around like a rag doll
grabbing me by the throat
making certain I knew what power
you held in check
what angers I drove you to.
going out of your way
to make me aware of how grateful
I should be
for your willingness to subside
to take that higher road.
Whatever that’s supposed to mean.