Dedicated to my daughter.

On the brink of dawn, stepping across
the threshold into your Mom's home,
smoke from a lit cigarette drew my
attention to the dining room table,
your presence released embedded
feelings, a spectrum of suppressed
emotions let loose, I realized, I
loved you; yet, did not know my
life would become a vicious circle,
I stepped into a future of staggering
episodes, a soap opera has never
concurred. Instilled morals and
values went astray. A fool in love
with a taken man, I fought with my
conscious and swallowed my pride, I
could not sleep or eat without
thinking of you, I wanted you to
love, kiss and hold me, to make me
yours, not her. Now, she's gone, and
you say you love me via phone, I'm
like an unfinished quilt; or, book
without it's dust jacket, in desperate
need to recover from biological elements.