when you were sixteen you probably would have written me a letter with a quote inside,
and signed it love.
i once remember i thought
you were annoying
but i also remember then
remembering your red hair
and softening
a little

i was little
you were little
like old little people we swim now   or then

i only like that song now
because of you
like those shoes, and the green shirt
they were all there
all along     they are like little kids
keeping old toys
not burning photographs


in the last 4 years
you have only visited me twice -- where
are you?--

i am little.
are you little?
you are white i saw you once you were screaming and i couldn't make you shut up i was trying to ask you a question but you just wouldn't hear me so i had to kiss you and run away.
i'm sorry.
so little.     and when i cross the stage
to take my glory in
the lights are so bright

if you disappeared
it would be because
it's far too hot in here
and i'm sorry