I have been
Ill the past
Few days something
Common like heartbreak
But not as
Deadly more of
A head cold
Thinking about you
Followed by congestion
And hoarseness nothing
Comes out but
It’s all stuffed
Inside until the
Dam breaks and
Out it comes
In torrents breaking
Tempting even levees
Most are like
Hand puppets or
Toy trucks or
Dolls they’re nothing
Really without you
You give them
Voice and dreams
And life you
Give them sounds
And quests and
Adventure the whole
Fairytale ending and
Happily ever after
Children play with
Toys and dreams
Adults play with
Adults same dreams
Different voices all-together
And back again
To a clean
Blackboard and chalk
Drawing words and
Numbers and hopes
And punishment but
Fresh I am
To thinking that
Perhaps I’ve used
Up my stockpile
Of love that
Perhaps it’s time
To forage and
Store some more
For the next
Season when love
Will blossom again
With chagrin I
Admitted truth betting
Against the house
You called my
Hand forcing me
To show my
Hand then you
Yours we tied
No loser free
To play another
Hand of perhaps
Truth or dare
I woke up
Thinking like a
Child perplexed by
Division me divided
Into you equaling
Something less than
We were at
The start now
A period placed
Before we were
Just two numbers
Now were less
And not more
