You have a touch of me baby
Hard to call you that
When you are the oldest
When you were the one
All my dreams
All my hopes
Rest on
I stood there
Outside tonight
After I wrestled
The used
New couch
The Castro
Shifting from foot to foot
And I thought how far
I had come
Cause when I think of you
My head starts to swirl
And you said
For the first time
Mom says it takes money and that’s a problem
I didn’t get far at all
Unless you count steps back
Your superhero
That’s why you told me
It mattered
So I decided
Mom was right
I didn’t tell you
That’s why you told me
You said
You wanted me to speak to her
But we both knew
You were asking me
To make it right
You have a touch of me baby
I minimized the screen
When you walked by
And we both said goodnight
I love you
See you in the morning
Baby
I seem to think there’s something going on that my very tired brain is catching but not articulating. I love poetry that has layers under simpleness.
I think that is the best kind of poetry.