Two weeks in, and I’m still
crashing in Nick’s bedroom.
Strong, but then, the real world
slaps me and kicks me too.
He’s so damn gracious (with his leeway),
but help ain’t spacious (so I can’t stay)
When I return soon (from a hard day),
no room to move to – what will Nick
Two weeks in, and I’m just
cruising on flaky funds.
Strong, but then, my stomach
sends me on a food run.
He tries to aid me (advise all day),
yet can’t persuade me (try as he may).
When I return soon (still friends I pray),
no job to go to – what will Nick
Will he… show his doubt, and
will he… throw me out, and
will he… reprimand, and
never… help again, or
will he… be asleep, and
wait ’til… morning’s peak, or
will he… show mercy; will
he give me one… more… week?