You died from me again;came back in red gown,
bending from hip to lip,
pulling keychains from your mouth.
Explanations are still strangers
that don't age past decades.
I know your middle name.
I know where you live --
on the be ever early hills,
flatlined on glens.
Love as easy as a smile.
Every boy is your father.
I wanted to be your lover
not your dad.
Dead before leaving.
Sad before dying.
You dare throw pebbles
on Narcissus' pond,
but unwilling to grow roots
by the bank.
