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Happy Valentine’s Day Faye

So at the Gates stood Conor
Awaiting his newest best friend.
Faye joined him eager yet sore confused,
This was no one’s idea of a good end

She’ll never be seven
She plays now in Heaven
And our tears yields no answers
To the never answered Oh God, Why?

Why did that thirty-something
Lose contact with his humanity?
Just playing outside in her front yard
These things are always so damn hard

Are we all so willfully and totally blind?
Is this some new flavor of miswrought insanity?
Our ocean awash in pain and despair—
There’s no satisfying answer, ever, anywhere.

Bad parenting, bullying, party drugs?
A chromosome split and expressed wrong?
Just why can’t this stop, just…please…stop!
Do we just let this go and let Pain chase erelong?

Faye and Conor skip off into the sunset,
We here, head in hands, perplexed and twisted.
Happy Valentine’s Day, Faye, and to you who still love;
While our tears coalesce with a countenance sorely misted.

My Bad

Scarcely believe my eyes
She walks thru the iron gate ajar
Hoping against hope
That things have gotten this far
Can’t believe it’s gotten to this
Chasing yonder wisps of love
That never seem to arrive
Because my push pivots on your shove
But believe, she’s standing right there
The setting Sun gilding her eyes
A rising Moon plaiting her hair
Is the chardonnay correct
Will my earnest suffice
What brings the morrow
To equal this moment half too nice
Dishes done, I’ve gone half-mad
Surprise visit, and she likes my bad