Cuddled on a piece of ripped card board box
Bruised shins, ripped socks

Reeking with lack of love
A piece of neglected art

The sharp things below
are all your little feet may ever know

I wonder whats sadder,
your misty gaze into empty space,
or how common this is to the human race

You are not invisible, little boy,
but we are blind

and the biggest fool of all
is the one who left you behind

to collect
but you are worth more than this cold neglect

I don't need to know your story, honey
to know that you are worth more than pocket money

If only I can give you love
for that is all I can never run out of

but love never cured the sick
a hug never filled an empty stomach

so for now, here's a sandwich.

We are all a burden
to many around us
but we are the burden
most of them want to carry
to feel joy
to feel need
to feel purpose

Our cells may age
but the metaphors
never do

Babies need their mothers
and their mothers
need them too

As a child,
I used to run my hands
on the walls as I walked

Adults around
would warn me
about the filthiness
of those dust, graffiti,
*****, and poster covered walls

But touching them gave me
a weird sense of accomplishment
Like physical proof
that I was once here

moving forward

Today
I will not worry
what bacteria
this wall holds
what molds
have aged on its corners

Instead, I'll run my hands
with every step I take

smiling
because I am,
once again,
*moving forward

And maybe excuses
aren't bad afterall

for some regrets
are too heavy
to carry

I'm sorry I left
I don't think it was good
for either of us

I miss you so much

I keep going back
and I find myself incapable
of motion- of change
without it

and yet
I don't want
to move

Tear oh tear
please stay near
you are here
when I'm in fear

tear oh tear
please don't move
keep sitting in that groove

tear oh tear
you taste good
like comfort food

tear oh tear
you are my friend
I'll have you till
the very end

tear oh tear
please don't smear
my make up
please oh dear

tear oh tear
thank you for
the future and the before

tear oh tear
water the pillow
under this weeping willow