Rat a tat tat.
Rat a tat tat.
Goes the rap
attack.
Rat a tat tat.
AK47
just out my window
over the wall
of the compound.
Spitting out it metal vomit
heavy chunks
at who knows
and so it goes
again tonight
the conflict-zone rap attack.
Turn up the volume on my iPad
so I can hear you
so you can see me
dancing
to the nutcracker
your little face beaming
grinning, giggling, filled with delight
deep behind those eyes, from thousands of miles away
safe at home in New York City.
I can see the love
oh my
I can feel it
and it feels so raw, so pressing, so heartbreaking, when I’m so far
A way. A way. I need to find a way to
stop
the time from passing
so quickly.
like seconds these last six years have passed
six
years.
Oh my
will you be gone at 18
do I therefore have only a dozen
more
seconds
to hold you,
to love you,
to be with you
my gift, together under one roof.
The terror grips me, hurtles be under the bus of my fear, of being without you, again, like we were when you were so little
and I was so far away.
One year of your touch, I lost.
One year of you, one second, gone, through my fingers.
You remember still. As do I. Etched in loneliness, on the wall of our hearts.
I see you grin. It takes me back.
To every other
grin.
You lift your eyes
to stare at me
to gaze
and our eyes connect.
And in mine i can only hope you see
the burning glory of my love unchained.
Rat a tat tat.
Rat a tat tat.
Mummy’s home.
Time for dinner.
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