the one thing I know

too many times I have
walked down the dead roads.

too many times I still badly share
the need for
more Love.

if I stay,
too many times I will just cry and pray
to be hold, to belong.

so I may
just go back
to the last place where we were
together and wait, there,
for the Mother to hug
me.

do I remember? oh, I
don’t. but in my heart I
know that She
will find this unfortunate kid.

I am ready to be.
oh please!

see me.