Saturday, August 13
affection
'sometimes the very thing you're looking for
is the one thing you can't see' -save the best for last.
i hold affection
like a pencil in my hand.
its round tip
threatens to spill
stammering confessions
onto an unblemished sheet.
i twirl its weight
lightly between careful fingers,
pondering.
if i let it drop,
the broken nib
will scratch the paper, rendering it in-
erasable.
but a gust of wind
tips the balance;
i snatch at it
wildly,
shaking fingers curling around its
wooden warmth, stuffing it
roughly away.
its slim form fits
snugly against my leg;
hidden.
yours truly
10:04 PM
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xoxo