When a Mango Falls

Don't say a word

Or the spell will break

Throwing rocks at a mango tree

And maybe a piece will fall

Into your hands or onto the dirt

Missing it, laying bruised on the ground

The thin bones of a ribcage

Protruding from discare

A life that begs the asking

"Does anyone love you?"

A midnight call for help

Hands tied behind my back

Out of fear or wisdom

Does it matter which?

If you were a bit slower, kinder

And waited a bit longer

The end of resistance would come

A bit faster

I miss you and

You haven't even left