Tears, shards of glass escape from my eyes.
The lump in my throat, a butcher's blade.
Pain I feel
because of the love forbade.
...
Wrigling
tickling
sticking to your shoes...
feet, nearly always, come in two's.
...
In the still of the night
when I have taken flight and cannot sleep,
you dream.
...
Cupid drew back his bow, taut-
aimed and fired.
Shot you straight at my heart.
You landed, bolt out of the blue.
...
Out the back gate, left open mindlessly by daydreaming children,
She sneaks happily, belly low to the floor.
Backward looking over the shoulder, half expecting to be caught
Down the alley and past the butcher’s
...
I wake, reluctantly
And then I rise
Wipe the sticky mass out of my eyes.
Yawn, quite loudly
...
I saw you on Thursday, you smiled!
You were as happy as a child
With your new car, just like a topy
Given to an excited little boy.
...
I said a little prayer today
for one who, sadly went away,
to somewhere he can watch from high
and wipe away the tears I cry.
...
They say the Devil finds work for idle hands to do.
But the Devil never really knew he'd met his match in you.
Darkness surrounds you and shadows you have cast
...