Only a Lost Child
"To betray is to love
without choosing,"
you said as we stood
alone at twilight.
I only bit the inside
of my lip and looked
at you
(past you.)
Someone's hand touched my face;
it felt so foreign.
I only let it stay
and felt much colder
than before.
I should have known
never to trust a poet;
they only build fires
and feed them with the souls
of lost little boys who they leave
weeping in the road.
