I want to write about you
before I forget about you...
My ghost,
what are the words left behind...
I burned these bridges years ago
And yet the pain continues to flow...
You want to keep things separate
Until I am doing the separating...
One of the most painful things I'm facing in my...
You make me feel like a disease, a sin to be...
If you can't say you miss me.
Or prove it in any way...
Professionals all
fifty years past private school...
Pride
Ends...
Memories come to me like a ghost;
finding my way home through Skid Row...
We were raised by your many hands
To hold and guide us all...
Forget me cause You left and my son is growing up...
I sit there and I tell him the truth: I say son...
Under a shadow
and the rooster’s crow...