For Tim and other poems

For Tim
After you leave
I mouth the candy words
I know would make you stay.
It seems you’re always going somewhere without me.

I can only talk to you
when you’re fast asleep
I know what you,ll look like
when you’re old
I wish I could be an adult just long enough
to know what I’m supposed to do.

It seems I always pick out the death in things
I keep my eyes closed
when we kiss
I can deal with the bad things in myself
I’m just afraid to look at you.

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Radio Silence
right now
in this room
I am so far gone
I don,t even recognize my own reflection
and I suddenly understand the Puerto Rican radio stations.
For all of you
psychic mind readers out there
the silence
must be deafening.

Holly Lalena Day