the silky heads
of all my blooming flowers. I sought
the warmth of the sun. But you drenched
me in showers.  

You cut off
the threaded string
of my bright flying kite. So, I got stuck
in the trees. And couldn’t take
flight.

You cut off
the power
to my home. Left me standing
in the dark and draped
in the cold.

You cut off
the moving hands
of my clock. That was
the day everything
stopped.