The villain

The villain

I imagined you stranded,
locked out of your place.
What a terrible thing to conjure-
but I helped you on the bus,
and took you to my home: onward.

I feel the hero,
saving you from a despondent night,
wading through the alleys in the dream;
never knowing when you could be taken
away from me.

I walk you in, I think,
or perhaps you naively lead the way.
And we talk and the night progresses-
refusal,
and now I the captor, rest in eases.

But I helped:
that be my reason.
Say what you will but my logic is fair.
It is you sweet light, without thought,
who wandered into my lair.

This was just an image-
but now you walk up to me;
rain tearing your hair to your skin.
I do not know, if tonight I can be the hero,
but I will volunteer the villain.

-Matthew Koutzun