Every hug was earned
Every whisper taken to heart
And the whispers ranged
From stay quite, still, silent
To rage against the world
It won’t matter much after
All my hands were the size
Of tangerines - so no i never
Wanted to go home but build
- A home of bric and brac -
How each tumbled beneath
Each tear that dropped so I
Given it up, the whole damm
Thing - not with a whisper
Or in rage - just a slow walk
Away