From the center of what
less poetically is my
guts
some how  something
wrenches
screams, twists
is  it me?
oh  God
it  is  me


holes in me
and in my stomach
Let me take those
holes out and put them on
this paper


Some one
screamed I love you
but the echo fades
away.


Love comes easy love
comes hard
it's almost the same
as falling backwards into
infinity laughing at
LIFE


The Youngest Among Us

Cried.
It was no different
than before.


Tears are the silent language
of grief.
Remember me?

No one.  No one.

See?  See?