dear henry

dear henry

you are

long dead


i’m certain of it

i can no longer

feel you here

how many other


did you destroy

were your granddaughters

spared your sickness

or were you able to

steal their lives

as you stole mine

that night

on your son’s bike

leaning up

against your garage

time stopped

as i watched dusk

steal through  the avocado trees


i was only eight

About lindalou5150

as exercise or exorcism, i write...for the eyes of others, for my eyes and heart only, for the love and the rage, i release the gamut of tell the truth and say what's often thought but not written...
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