Hiatus

homecoming 

I miss the way poetry moved me 

Moved me like the unwanted wind

Moved me like the needless waves 

Moved me like the peculiar beat to decrepit drums 

I miss the way poetry held me 

Held me like the way momma did on her dying bed

Held me like the hand holding we used to do while cars drove by

Held me like I was on my last string 

She don’t show up like she used to 

She short change herself like she ain't worth a dime 

She real subtle 

She lacks… 

I miss the way life used to be 

Before the stolen innocence 

Before the hard cries 

Before the strikings

Soft life before its trending existence 

May she find her way back 

To this self she once knew