Meeting an old fear

I saw the face I do not show myself.
He woke me in the house I do not trust;
Tried to leave, escape, maybe.
We woke the key holder, angry,
Who ordered us back upstairs.
My fearful face won’t stay; I did not force him
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We were put out bruskly, we two:
Me in my own misunderstanding;
His fear in effort to go out alone.
I sat at curb with him and our worry.
Heard the outer deadbolt lock us out;
Turning inner lock confirmed our choice.
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Packed our bag at curbside, put on shoes.
He and I walked in silence and dark,
Found the way, along sleeping Canal.
My face I had not seen, in darkness,
Walked, costumed in courage.
…
I watch him walk, between breaths.
We see the night path, easy as day.
He grows calmer with my company.
He remains wary, driven from behind.
I now see him, and he walks with me.

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Just the raw facts:
Boadillo has bad juju.

I woke, fooling myself somehow it was 0630 and I was late starting; thought my alarm failed. Packed, had a dual language argument with the proprietor, and he gruffly let me out at 4:15!?  Oops-ie. Got the HeBeJeeBees.  Walked until sunrise, walked until a town I passed was awake. Breakfast at 0830.

It feels to me like someone was hurt in that house. Took all day to feel the forward pull stronger than the push from behind.

Turns out I walked some ~43 km – again.

Really good cheese after a shower. So I have that goin’ for me…