Gregs

  You’ve seen the trees relieved of leavesin autumn’s great dividethere’s thirty years of these betweenthe time your small expanse was placedupon my knees and I knew what unconditional love was. It’s hard to see the gleamof fresh filled streams acrossa desert where we walk not meetingand there’s fire that flares sharp burnseach time we try to speak leaving markswe can’t explain, a void that drops so deeponly sometimes feelings skirt around the bleakness. There’s something you should know,a first born child is special, comes not with easethey tried to take you away, and now it seems to methat battling through those years to keep youhas somehow been in vain, so here’s my offeringI can only write this way to tell you just how much I love you.