PickPocket

And while standing

In a crowd

You brushed against

Me by accident

Noticed but brief

Cautious and concerned

I checked for

My wallet but

Discovered that the

Only thing that

You stole was

Simply my heart

SnowFlake (for Javian)

And then there

Right before the

Holiday I stood

On my street

Head turned upwards

On that cold

Dark day mouth

Opened awaiting that

First landing of

A snowflake on

My tongue that

Is what meeting

You was like

Just for me

Me

After years on

Ocean I spot

A speck on

The horizon knowing

That it is

My new world

Cast to sea

With just myself

I sought my

Home and know

Now that what

I sought was

Simply beautifully me

No one will

Understand except those

Like me that

Decided to adventure

MagnaCarta

I have finally

Understood my own

Sadness on the

Pursuit of happiness

I have forgotten myself

So concerned about

Others I lost

Track of me

Like setting

A falcon free

Of tether and

Hood I myself

Flew free and

Disappeared like a

Winged dot on

The horizon yet

Knowing at some

Point I’d return

To me of which

I now have

Back to roost

I no longer

Want others I

Simply want me

This is not

Selfish it is

However now Grand

Corner

And like a

Child on his

First bicycle free

Of feet I

Fly wind in

Hair adventure in

Heart I ride

Down my street

And now turn

The corner and

Down the lane

Finally growing up