Anger, anger,
anger, anger, anger!
In this moment
it all comes
crashing down
on me and it
crushes my lungs
and robs the
breath right
from my lips.
And then again
am I really sad for you,
or for me?
Sometimes it burns,
this sadness,
and I can’t fill up
the emptiness or dismiss
these ever-present thoughts
of you, of loving you
and holding you in
my arms and kissing the
top of your head,
and you smell so sweet
like all little babies do.
I love you, I love you
I love you, I love you…
Most of the time I just love you
and crave you near me,
like you used to be
so very long ago…
I want to hug you,
and know you again.
I want to keep my precious memories
as dear to me as they are now
and still get to have you growing older
like other children do.
I want to tell you how much I love you.
I want to tell you that.
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