Imikins Poem by Mark Curtis

When first you look him in the eye, your insecure, you’ll want to cry.
Hurt you bad, betrayed your trust, a worthless kiss, a moment’s lust.

There’s no excuse, nowhere to hide, inside its shame, outside its pride.
I know this man; i know he cried, as though a piece inside him died.

Look in his soul, his heart’s still true; it only beats because of you.
Forgive him please, his stupid sins; you’ll always be his “Imikins”.

Plan a future, for both you must, to relight love, to rebuild trust.
And if he ever does it large, i’ll be your hit man, free of charge.

copyright 2009 Mark Curtis