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he died
when I wasn't there
to hold him
somehow
you kept coming back to me
for reasons
I didn't understand
one day the headlines reported
that the looks
that burned in my memory
were only careless play
the anger finally ended
leaving only surprise
the hardest lesson
was to learn to trust
remembering
your body at the beach
like a tiger
lazing in the sun
if I can't be touched
I can't be hurt
& your big hand
gentle on my shoulder
on my back
holdeing me too close
to see
I never wanted you
more than any other man
I didn't learn to take him seriously
until he'd withered from neglect
yesterday's headlines made more sense
somehow
somehow
we ran out of time
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