helpless

Soaking wet

Flat tires

Muddy forehead

Grinned and a cheeky smile

“Why didn’t you tell me you had a flat tire?”
“Has somebody come to the rescue?”

“No he’s busy”

Busy sleeping indeed.

The One who borned me

Was never the one who borned me

I was once small and I crawled into your back and feet

My tiny hands filling the spaces of yours

My teeth, a gummy smile, smiled for you

You bought me a magic wand

From the nearby store

It was magical

The sparkles

You wanted me to be happy and kept it that way

But now, where are you?

Twenty three missed calls 

And still no ringing

You were sleeping

I was here

Standing

Waiting for you

Waiting for you