She worries about
everything,
real and imagined,
"what if this? What if that?"
I watched my
Mom
worry herself right
into the
grave one disastrous
December night.
My girlfriend doesn't care.
She wants me to
worry right along
with her.
And when I don't
she
gets angry.

My Dad said,
"They can **** us,
but they can't eat us."
I share this with her.
Nothing!
Just
worry, worry, worry.

Your eyes sang the song of loss
And I recognized the chorus

I was a natural disaster
A hurricane
Volcanic eruption
A tornado
And you were pulled in

You should yell at me
Scream
Call me names
Tell me all the reasons you hate me
And I'll still love you anyway

It's karma,
I want forgiveness
And I don't deserve it

When you walk
on the moon in February, I take down
the clouds to become wet.

Your memory lingers.
I gather the monarchs to
play with my pain,

I am not sure, when the
dark moves on to give space to
imprisoned pain.