the late jonathan larson is displeased

Vol. 4: An Apology

as you sat under the
pale
sickening
glow
of twinkling Christmas lights

knees hugged to your chest

you looked,
at once,
guilty and victimized.

in one dramatic
inconsequential
motion
you brought your left cheek to your right knee

blocking from my vantage
light-flickers
reflected from one sojourning tear.

slowly, slowly
over shadowy-pink countenance
a twinkling trail stretches.

on your sixteenth birthday,
your eyes turned forty.