Your hair's
mussed up
and there's a
run in
your stocking.
But I can't
tell you this,
or run my
hand through
your hair.
I don't get to
touch you anymore.
I just have to
watch you walk
away.
You've been walking away
all my life.
You're walking away forever.
.
You know I love this one. Captivating.
ReplyDeleteI like it, too. I think this is one of the best poems I've written in a couple of years. I'm not as prolific as I used to be, mostly because I've been focusing more on prose lately. And I hit a cold patch for over a year where I just didn't feel that I had anything new to say. It's been reinvigorating knowing that now there's someone who will read what I come up with. So thanks, B.
ReplyDeleteYou are most welcome M.Poet.
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