skilled seamstress left
a delicate embroidery
on your flesh,
the scar sits
criss-cross-applesauce
on your belly and the
first day of school dress never worn.
i watch
your chest draw shallow breaths,
i wait
for a sentence of silence.
forever more.more.
moremore.
i’m jealous
of your new playmate,
pulling you away in
his red wagon.
scabby wheels turn
upanddown squeaky.
looking back, leaving me.
the words won’t come, littleone,
the words won’t come,
but the colors flow.
