Do you remember me? When your body was in my hands?
I crafted your towers, your sidewalks and life
Through capable hands I made your mind out of split ends
Billows of smoke, of twists and haphazard crisscross
Don’t you know me? Your friend your father?
That I was there when you were so young, I would see you there after
I remember you, so small and transparent, your body so frail so faint
You were beautiful, do you remember?
I don’t mean to push you, my child, my dear sweet thing
You were just half a thought back then
We spent all those days together, you and I
When you were ink and I was the pen
We were so simple, we were organic
My very blood on the canvas, your body my mind
I smiled back then, just as I do now
And I like to think back to those days of simple solemnity
That you smiled back