You put on your best dress that morning;
Your smile was like the timid glow
Of dawn’s first golden breath, and though
You thought no one was watching, I saw
You dancing through the garden singing
“Papa will be home today.”

And I was happy too, you know,
I missed those carefree summer days
Sitting on the mossy banks of Coover Creek
Beneath the oak leave’s iridescent shade
The two of us, with lines cast on the gloomy flow
To chase the shifting, darting shapes
Among the rocks and weeds.

I watched my shadow falling on the pavement. It was strangely still…shoulders sagging. My footsteps echoed down the street as my feet came in contact with the hard ground. A shiver ran all the way through me. It was cold for September.

Slain

Shatters of the Conscience,
the broken splintered sort
The creaking moaning anguish,
that froze my barren heart
Why does silence shatter,
the Ice that tasted sweet?
The coldest forms of "Wisdom",
that "wisdom" brought defeat
Warmth erased the selfish lies,
on the thick and lifeless slate
The harmful words of mine,
put on hateful waste
The sinful kind of sadness,
that tastes painfully sweet
Explodes to silent screaming,
of Love that shakes with heat