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Broken Hearts
Since your death
I have found my world
Has grown smaller
Closer to the heart
I touch the tiny blue egg
I wear around my neck
That holds a lock of your hair
I think of you
Of other days
When you were small
I open my arms
You come to me
I remember that night
You were moved to that hospital
She was showing me around
Near the elevators
Were chairs
She said, we keep the doors locked
The homeless used to come
To sit in the chairs
The winters are cold
I told her not long ago
You were homeless
I take my temperature
Yes I still miss you
I pray for the Mother’s
Whose Sons have died
Micheal’s Mother
And the journalist’s Mother
The Mother of the boy
Who stole two energy drinks
Pieces of broken hearts
Litter the streets
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The Pattern of You
I pull a thread
I am led to your pattern
Your smile each time we meet
Your kindness wrapped in a scarf
Folded carefully
You listen as attentively
As a deer in the forest
You tilt your head to the side
Absorb everything
You know when it is safe
Your words are wise
Otherwise you have nothing to say
You offer your friendship
Without question
Your pattern is repeated
Often through the years
Your pattern is unique to you
August 21, 2014
I have found my world
Closer to the heart
I wear around my neck
That holds a lock of your hair
Of other days
When you were small
I open my arms
You come to me
You were moved to that hospital
She was showing me around
Near the elevators
Were chairs
She said, we keep the doors locked
The homeless used to come
To sit in the chairs
The winters are cold
I told her not long ago
You were homeless
Yes I still miss you
Whose Sons have died
Micheal’s Mother
And the journalist’s Mother
The Mother of the boy
Who stole two energy drinks
Litter the streets