I wear your likeness
Like a scapular
Around my neck.
Your mannerisms
Complete my mosaic.

From behind, we look
Like Jews' harps
Standing with
Hands hanging by
Thumbs in  pants pockets.
These familiar traits
Trickle down and sprout
Anew,
Like Granda, I hear.

Seeing you, one would think
Great thoughts fill your head,
As you stare
At the ***** garden.

My sibs **** their heads
And tsk too,  running
Their hands from front
To back
Through thick black hair.
I recoil at the drops of sweat
Falling from the tips of their
Noses.

Sarcasm drips like venom
From your words.
The cost of a glass of water,
Or a phone call,
Always
Had my friends laugh,
Nervously.
They never knew how
To take you.
I was surprised
By your grudging
Facade when help
Was asked.

I enjoyed your silence.
Even now,
As entropy
Has its way
With my garden.

You thought he was just a game
Using him like he was a tool.

Believed you were smarter then him
But have only showed yourself a fool.

He loved you dearly because you birthed them
Always protecting you as if you were a precious gem.

Now that you are gone and his eyes are wide open
No longer he'll allow them used as monopoly tokens.

To love someone truly, is not to play juvenile games
Abusing genuine hearts will ultimately boomerang.

Now it is you who is scared, spilling lie after lie,
Instead of accepting fault, wolf is what you cry.

When things do not work out the way that you hope
It will be you who is the one struggling to stay afloat.

                     Lopez ©reationz 2014