December 2009
5 posts
When will I find the right hand to hold?
Don't call me that.
It’s the meaningless chatter between you and I. I’m watching the clock, and seeing how the little hand bounces and makes that little click. I am avoiding your eyes, patiently gathering my thoughts but never saying anything aloud. The hi’s and hello’s, the something to keep us together, relevant; still friends Don’t call me ‘beaut’, or ‘lover’,...