Crazy Love

Seven years after the fact,
Like a blow to the head,
Every one of you dead.
Mama come home,
Daddy hold my hand.
I am so alone here
And fear the fog I’m dressed in.
Shroud, in the car I want to drift
To the highway’s shoulder,
Lay my head down
On glass.
I’m tired
Of this unrequited love,
The ache and the looking
And my empty empty hands.
Please don’t leave
Me here.

M.J. Tenerelli