BEGINNING I  

You’re a strange world
laughing eyes
softness
tears for crushed flowers

You make a strange world out of me
when you touch me
and make me
begin to think
of kids and kites
and going to church again
on Sundays
and breaking promises
I made to me.

BEGINNING II

The sun and you
are going,
the pain is coming
and I am
beginning II rain

BEGINNING III

I am beginning
to believe
it’s time to quit.

Believing
Hoping
Hurting.