You ran to me with a bag in your hands,
The oyster brown shells of your eyes
Alight with excitement, your friends delighted,
Fathers circling children, children circling you.
You hugged me unforced, ardently I surrendered:
Your hair smelling of candles, your smile transient
Like a star in transit behind the molten meteor
That graced you in a film about wishes.
You pulled out a hat you’d painted,
Placed it on the ephemeral temple of my head,
Joined me in a fervor remiss, that I had shamefully
Ejected from a premonition:
That I would have left you alone there,
For my own comfort, my own disgrace.
The oyster brown shells of your eyes
Alight with excitement, your friends delighted,
Fathers circling children, children circling you.
You hugged me unforced, ardently I surrendered:
Your hair smelling of candles, your smile transient
Like a star in transit behind the molten meteor
That graced you in a film about wishes.
You pulled out a hat you’d painted,
Placed it on the ephemeral temple of my head,
Joined me in a fervor remiss, that I had shamefully
Ejected from a premonition:
That I would have left you alone there,
For my own comfort, my own disgrace.
Eyes can’t look at you any more sweetly
Than when you look into mine.
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