What will you say
When he stops breathing
Take the blame
Form a lie
Watch your torn children fall in line
Forget about him
Hide the tragedy
Let your teething guilt eat you alive?

Wait, I forgot mother
Do you ever eat?
Where did you go?
You're what I need
I yearn for a real mom
To tuck me in
To play a game, let me win
I'm a victim of your heartbreaking sin

Your starving toll to death
Became my triumphant downfall
People say I'll be okay
But what was the Devils price to pay?
A slap on the wrist
A depressed kid
Ending his life
Not wishing he never did

Lately I've been trying to forget who you are. Did you know that every seven years the human body replaces each and every cell. I think that's lovely. How invigorating is the thought that I will soon have a body that you have never loved, that you have never touched. However,  I've still got years to go and tonight you're the only thing pulsing through my veins. ***** and ***** and ***** is the only thing I can feel. I'm trying to forget you but it seems like the only thing I'm forgetting is my name and how to walk. It's so hard to keep going when you're the only thing on my mind, sober or drunk.

The wind that looks like its missing winter
Shakes a ***** willow.
Nevertheless, I can see
The shiny sunshine warming
Dry lawns.
It reminds me that you said.
“Feel the wind that hits your ankle.”
No, I said, did I say so?
I who is forgetting everything,
Have forgotten all my important things.
While the next season is coming,
I was permitted that
I stay.
While I was depending on a short time
And looking at something that I couldn’t finish writing,
I found an old letter.
You who I’ve never met gave me
A long courteous written bouquet.
Surprise, appreciation and impression
Flow
Because I hadn’t realized the person who looked
Inside my work so importantly exists.
I feel sorry that I forgot
The existence of the person
Who gave me encouragement
That said to me “be a poet.”
Your words are
In my body.
You look at me and talk to me
Like you capture
An emotional aurora
That is my bone space
That nobody can see.
You and I were permitted
That we were rewarded this.
I haven’t had this wealthy happiness.
Thirty years have gone by.
The strong ties that haven’t cooled down are
A sneak date by two people
Who love poems meet
In a tacit secret place.
Finally,
We get our forgiveness of living people surrounding us
That is our encounter.
The place that spring winds are born.
I want to live there
Because nobody can live.
While I’m looking at winds every time alone,
You cherish me
From the place that I can’t see.
I receive a written bouquet
From you I’ve never met.
I can’t stand thinking of
The day that these things will disappear.
Please always stay at that place where the spring winds
Are born.

Wine, spinning, we dine,
Candles and moon making love,
.  .  .  Sparkle in her eyes.

This cold place reminds me of you.
The icicles hovering precariously overhead. No fire to warm me no arm to protect me.
Just staligmightes of tears rising to your falling fears.
Theres never enough salt.

Summer sun surrounds us.
Those icy biting winds are long forgotten.
We’re smothered by sultry, moisture-laden air.
A cooling breeze
Cuts through the verdant smell of fresh-mown grass.
The kids are playing:
Shouting loud.
Flock birds twitter,
What a crowd!

Those early mists give way to sun,
And wispy high-clouds stain the blue.
A happy sky to oversee our fun,
With sun to highlight every hue.

The Summer Solstice has been and gone
And nights will soon be getting long.
But it’s still hot I hear you say,
Who cares if thunder’s on the way.

We pay for sun with thunderstorms:
In Britain the weather soon transforms.
Yet now it’s time to cease the day;
I’d better send you on your way.