The woman rustles through her purse
Searching for a tissue while,
Hands in his pockets, he looks down at his feet.
I hear her sob, “How could you…?”
The rest is lost in the phttt-tt-tt of the sprinklers
And whiz of a passing bike.
Ponytail flying, the blonde runs up
To the bench where three classmates sit.
Breathless, she shrieks, “You will die
When you hear what I heard…”
Then my bus pulls up, and annoyed,
I start my trip wondering
What the bastard had done
To the woman who cried
And if the girls died.
Falling from the mountain tops
Gasping for some air
Trying to find a better life
While dying to get there
Angel of inditement
Carving up my brain
Looking for a hurtful way
To cut away the sane
Swimming up a waterfall
Like a star that’s lost its way
Shredded skin upon the rocks
That makes me want to stay
Complications of the mind
Life is blurred from view
Filling my head with worthless thoughts
Trying to forget you.
She snuggled closer to me as she slept in my arms last night.
Milk bubbles were all over the floor and her toothless smile.
Tiny toe squiggles and knee prints are scattered all over the floor
But I forget everything there ever was before her…
Before her smile.
(written about my daughter)