I will ask you a question. Liked
I ask my father. Thou art in heaven.
Bestowed upon me
an army of little. Do you remember?
I fell more than once, twice. A blood can
be more than a child. Naturally
I still carry the scars with pride.
Can you see them? Ask me why
what age?
Do you think you loved me not
did you love me. I sank too
early not to deeply. Never look
at me like that. Ever. Or again.