comes by often
telling me things will be fine
that would be nice if it were true
but I still appreciate
him checking on me
now and then
shimmering with the movement
of lost summers
and all the evening skies
I should have kissed you under
as the moon milk flooded our years
tinged with the aura
of the laughing children we never had
but I still appreciate
him checking on me
he tells me I am a member
of a very large club
of people who took a wrong turn
or did not go to a party
and that severed so many strands
of the web of happiness
and it is so finely spun
that all it takes is one breath
of the wind of chance
to tear it apart
as of late I have had many questions
and he just shadow smiles as he whispers
I never had any answers.