Fortuneteller

I never asked for any of this.
I never asked any favors.
Here I am now, a part of it,
though it rings of a bitter flavor.
Don't misunderstand, it should taste sweet,
It all should be a relief to me;
but I never asked for any of this.
I don't play cards,
or believe in God.
You're the fortune teller,
I'm what you never saw in the glass.
There is no future in this hand,
leave the worldly to the world.
And while I never asked for you,
You told your fortunes,
and I was there, invisible.
If this is the favor to my name,
it's bittersweet, and no relief...
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I wrote this while we were away, about something that should feel good, that should make it all feel easier, but it won't... it's bittersweet. I think I made some nice imagery in this piece. Enjoy.
POET in the Dripping JAR