After this we remain bruised and battered
But our dynamic has shifted.
We are companions now.
I let him live inside,
To lounge in the soft space in the day
Sleeping like a cat as the sun shines down.
He is pleased when I come to him,
Rolling over with the sleep still in his eyes.
He is peaceful now,
As am I.
We were the sleeper in the valley,
The hanged man.
We are only the fool.