Have you lost your favorite toy
She failed you, disappoint you
So now you stare
So now you don't care
Hurt travels through tears like bombs
Ruptures the landscape of loss
Loss of trust
Loss of dreams
Loss like books in the Bible
You are tossed
Across a Sea of Galilee
A direction home.
Dry the well of deserved tears
Til they choke on brambles in the hills
Murdered by descent
Murdered by laments
Ground to dust
They muddy
In the quick fire up there
As it slow burns your life
Down here.
Poof
Like milkweed in the breeze
Gone.