The Ronin in the House of Love

The line just came to me...no poem around it yet...but very true and evocative.

All my life I've focused on doing the best for my lover. Worked long hours, walked into crack hotels to retrieve bartered jewelry, sold my personal belongings to pay for their mistakes, ghosted works, moved away from established networks of friends and financial support, done whatever it takes, even taking the blame when they fail (yes, it is called co-dpendency by less enlightened individuals)...

and now, as a mistress-less lover, I am like a Ronin, a disgraced samurai. I'm not into ritual suicide, so that resolution is out.

we'll see where this poem comes from and what it leads to.