Untitled #22

you rushed in
laughing
such a sweet little thing
one summer day
a few years ago
rushed into my life
and you're still there
holding your breath
wide-eyed,
you are watching me
as I unwrap a doll:
first the head, then
two arms, body, legs,
it says hi to you
I made it
just for you
and you
press it to
your heart
wordlessly
in this so
incredibly clear
sun-washed field.
magic child,
you will never be mine