-for R. and all of the foster kids in this world who have lost hope.-
of bruises and cigarette burns
how I wish you well.
of "what ifs" and "why nots"
how I hope you sleep soundly.
as you crashed and burned
against the reality
of being alone.
that glowed from your eyes as I put my arm around you and held you all during that night.
a flaxen line of purple wholes
from the brunt of his step fathers cigarette
down his belly
bled that night
as we contemplated the happy endings that we wanted.
yet feared the violence
of our circumstances.
I remember when I ran away
and hiked up Petrovitsky to the free way
you were the only one who went after me.
I can still see
with a backpack full of clothes
against the pavement of life
holding her back
from the fast moving cars who would never stop.
have languidly longed to be free
for so long they held me
through so much
and so little.
I'll never forget that you were there
and that for so long you were the only one.
I'll never forget that for so long you were everything that I wanted
and to you likewise.
All of this time has gone by
I hope that you are well.