old urges weigh heavily
almost but not quite enough
to completely sway the decision for my return
to the petty crime scene of arguments
all more or less about nothing.
Its a time and tide thing.
A new day begging me to try it out for size
a different corner waiting to be turned.
I could make excuses
in case they try to stare me down.
'Oh! I was just passing through'
I'd say and hope they would take the opportunity to take the blame.
Because the last thing I would want to do
due to the lack of courage
is one of two things
hold my hand out wanting it to be shaken
or hold my hand out with my cap in it.
Maybe I best wait until the urge gets heavy enough?