Cradle to Cage
Old thoughts linger like morning haze,
then seep into my bones and make my body ill.
It's been a long time since those days,
oh you know, the ones I spent as your daffodil.
Back then you loved to help me groom,
while whispering words of affection in my ear.
Like a preacher in a back room
you instructed; a self- appointed puppeteer.
In secret beneath the cover,
we played special games no one else would understand.
You said our hearts resembled one another,
then, on my bare chest, outlined the shape with your hand.
Thirty years now, locked in the pit,
wrinkled skin covers your frame like paper tissue.
You'll keep wearing that orange outfit,
while I'll continue living my life without you.
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