FOR ME
I have searched and searched
for someone...
I’d buy roses
just like my father
bought my mother
for those special occasions
where we’ve been programmed
to “think of someone special”
on some appointed day – never every day.
I’d take them home
and leave them on the window sill
where a day later
they would be dried and broken.
I never had anyone to give them to.
I would cry
upon finding
a torn sparrow’s nest
with its eggs
blue and broken.
Someone always gets hurt
on windy October nights.
Now I am older w
and I still cry e
for the roses l
the sparrow that never f
and sometimes
just for me.
