Since last Thursday night,

my three year old man has

Disappeared into the clutch of

Time.

My three year old man can do so

Much more than I thought he could.

He plays the keys with more

Passion than I could ever kiss

Him with. He dances with the

Agility of a ocean wave; he smiles

Soft and sure as the sun.

I held out a light for him

Even when my brothers and sisters

Found their anchors in theoretical topics.

I chose a more distinctive taste for my

Palate; one that can never be

Fulfilled.

The secrets I keep are heavier

than Guilt; I am a web of

deceit, lies, and smoky darkness. I

bring everyone down with my

Words. I am who 

I am and my three year old man

Could have changed that.