Be careful

to tread softly

on the green grasses

surrounding me.

Walk warily

because one will get hurt.

then only emptiness follows.

That hollowness

and aching.

never-ending like waves

Undulating motions.

swirling me around

until I fall.

Please don’t use me,

don’t abuse my feelings.

You should be more careful

with your harsh thoughts,

and quiet actions

so like a cat ready to pounce.

Be careful,

or one of us will get hurt.

Ó 1998