He doesn't like celebrating

birthdays, not because he is afraid

of his body getting older or

because he fears death.

Instead he is terrified of living

amongst those that are wise

enough to recognize behavior

that stands out like a fake smile

at his age of nearly 30 years.

It is getting harder for him

to stay in one place

those that he destroyed

still recognize his face

but they are stronger now

they will not allow him to move

freely in his hunting grounds.

 So he travels up and down

the coasts, searching for hosts

that will readily accept

an "I'm sorry" for actions

that take years to heal from,

to undo, to not hurt anymore.

Beware those practiced words

that flow so easily, sounding

like he just tipped over a glass

that you loved, his shoulders shrug

"whoops, I'm sorry".

 

N.R.N