Let The Children Hit The Floor

so, close your eyes

because this will never be

finality.


and I desire the days we can pass
under the cool autumn breeze

holding hands
until you burn them

under some pretense of thoughtful caring

little do you know...

I laugh, I wont judge your caustic reclamation.

I just desire the days you take your hand in
mine.

So, like the bluest sky seen
I wait until you grace
me with your
presence.