My Three Year Old Man

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.