soon i will be heading home
with an anniversary
hidden in my shoe box memory
i felt this way
all along
but i don't want to,
so i
i feel for a warm heavy embrace
like my father after my mother left.
how many times,
did i hold yr words against you?
it's a hard line approach
to a soft skinned lover.
it all gets discussed under ceiling fans
and a kinship to the care of no one in particular
no one ever mattered
i just needed a hole to fill
no one matters
just fill this
so no light can get in.
