Misty

I’m misty eyed and falling apart
 and yet the child  stands there
       four feet tall
     eyes so small
    fingering these strings
    trace these lines down
       through your hair
       enough to tear
        this air apart
       enough to bear
        this small part
    faulty power lines
       wind swept and unkempt
     you dance by yourself 
       a damsel in distress
        plumb the depths
        of your ashes
      just a fracture of a memory
       we’ve suffered from epilepsy
        enough of this banter
        open this box of candor
         and inhale all the particles
         connect with your olfactory glands
         and wake up