Slowly,
Shaky on my feet, like a child
I was practically a child,
When you found me.
Shaped me, molded me as clay
Your fingerprints, careful, intentional
Slowly,
They made my masterpiece,
My words, my life, my soul
Yours.
But here I am alone,
Knocky knees, pale cheeks,
Chapped lips and aching ribs
What am I to do with this control?
Slowly,
The world turns, still.
My own is shattered.
It lies on the glittering pavement
Where I fall to my knees,
With handfuls of my hair and racketing sobs,
Screaming with the anger, the hurt, the ache
Drawing all the attention I wished I'd drawn before
A cry for help, an outreached, black-veined hand
Though all in my mind,
Because I walk past, on the pavement,
And I walk home.
Slowly,
I breathe.
I blink, my eyes dry.
I've cried every tear I can cry
For you, or really,
For myself.
What's left is a battered, brittle, brackish soul
And a body in upset.

Knocky knocky on my door
Oh I thought who can that be
I open it and then did the splits
She stood there naked as a tree

Saying you told me to come over
Whenever  I had nothing on
As it is I'm home and all alone
I know you've lived alone so long

Trying to find a look on my face
Different from the one I had on
Are you going to invite me in
I could hear again that old song

Yes come in its late and chilly some
Goose bumps the size of snow peas
I took off my jacket gave it to her
The next thing I just had to sneeze

Made herself a little cozy on lounge
Oh would you like a glass of wine
Not far away there was a case full
Life at times can be simply fine

I put on an old song I used to sing
As if it was waiting for this very night
Poured the wine she said warm in here
T V then off and out the only light

My mother had gone home yesterday
Saying way to boring here for me
Why don't you find something to do
I had no option then but to agree

terrence michael sutton
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