Saturday, April 9, 2011

The Right Time (poem)

A single tear cascades down
the side of my cheek, rolls off,
and hits the floor. Quickly
evaporating;but, my cheek
remains wet and remembers: 

Cold, lacy fingers never held,
an awkward hug with my back pressed
against a door that I never wanted
open, and you, caressed by my sweatshirt,
eyes fixed warmly on me, never veering.



***first poem written on my iPad :)

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