There are
some things for which
“inconsolable” can’t
begin to state the depth of my
feelings.

Children
grow up so fast
and before we know it
our boys and girls have all become
adults.

Children
dance in the rain
in a bubbling world
where every moment is to be
enjoyed.

River
Your cold, crisp stream
Flowing toward the sea
And rapidly picking up speed
Waterfall

I want
to hear you say,
not say but shout instead
from the rooftops for all to hear,
my name.

Sorry
that I hurt you;
that wasn’t my intent.
It just sort of happened and then…
And then…
you got angry and went away
and I had time to think
and now I’m not
sorry.

Secrets,
Conspiracy,
You whisper in the dark
and try though you might, you are not
unknown.

Damn it.
You piece of shit.
Dirty motherfucker.
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Fuck you.

My name?
I am the night,
a ripple in the dark,
a shadow on the wall,
whispers.

I love
going to bed
with the scent of your soap
rocking me gently to sleep just
like waves.