Falling on my heart
heavy snow
covering deep-
a sadness?
I don't ride my bike anymore
through the parking lot
or make animal noises
and laugh.
You bring to me your innocence
I can't bring you mine
I'm sorry.
I read big important books
and stare at the ceiling fan
thinking
while others talk.
I worry sometimes
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