Before anything starts
Let it end here
If there is someone better
Suited to you
Why not?

Before anything goes further
Let it end here
If there is someone more
To your liking
Why not?

Before anything happens
Let it end here
If there is someone with
Closer wavelength
Why not?

Before anything
Let it end here

Because I say so

Let it end.

My daughter left the nest only to crash and burn.
She can’t pay the rent and she can’t find a job.
She calls me and she just cries.
Sometimes she mentions killing herself.

She wants desperately to come home
But she doesn’t want to be a quitter.
She hates her new surroundings.
She feels separate and apart.

She sees all her past mistakes now
And there’s not much she can do.
Experience is a stern taskmaster
And rarely gives full reprieves.

Her wings weren’t strong enough to fly.
She can’t eat and she can’t sleep.
She calls me and she just cries.
She is still my little baby bird.

Seven weeks ago I crashed,
Forearm skidded, roadly rashed.
Lymph and blood and new flesh mixed.
New hairs, but a zone betwixt.
Stripe remaining’s like sashimi
Textured pebble-riffled streamy.
Too soon now to know proclivity
(Ultraviolet sensitivity,
Shrinkage, shading, more hair growth),
Maybe fade, or blur, or both?
It’s not Death, not blind- nor lameness,
But it’s never-be-the-sameness.