Saturday, March 7, 2009

Untitled Tintype By Unknown Photographer, No Date Given Valentine

Now our children no longer die
so young as often before
we forget to notice
how we go on losing them
by failing to grasp them
or some all at once betrayal
that snaps the heart
in those first years
revealing your absence
there in the shadows mother
father how was I more a part
of your marriage than you
of my childhood
and yet it happened
never feeling felt
I could not trust myself
or you or anyone
I could not love
until I drove you off.

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