Toddler on the fence

Rest assured, the defence rests.

There will be no volley of questions,

or a torrent of unexplained actions,

No "i understand how you feel"

or sharing a surreptitious last meal.

When it's over, it truly is.

The lost prose or the missing lines

The faded images or the fake smiles.

None will ever go amiss.

I have no defense.

My acts, to me, they make total sense.

Past, present or future, whatever tense.

All you can be here, is the toddler on the fence.