Play Thing

You are a toddler

who wants all the toys

and I am the rag doll

that feels like you need

so much more

than I am.

Kindness

I miss the way

your kindness

knocked on my door

like a friend

I haven’t seen

in a while -

visiting for a time,

rushing to see

the green lawns

of historic parks,

stopping to savor

the best pastries

and not caring when

it crumbled.

Your Voice

(it carries)

from the light blue

framing in need

of fresh paint.

I breathed heavy

everytime I approached

from the steep driveway

always wondering

if there would be more

bruising

to leave or stay. 

Boys Who Make Women Cry

These skies were blue

until you

stood underneath

and took all the words

like a god

you smile

when you feel the rain

that won't stop

pouring. 

Places I Find Myself

I saw my reflection

in a raindrop

gliding

          down

your window

and for that brief 

moment I saw

myself like you do:

the bluest of skies

with the smell

           of rain. 

Out of Control

That day you drove

in the snow

I was the one who

stopped drifting

and you maneuvered

like you knew what

you were doing. 

You took these curves

like you have taken

them before. 

Fuck. I lost control;

you have driven me 

all sorts of crazy.