The date’s creeping up.
Scraping the corners of my thoughts,
Like the knife you used for butter
You gave me so much.
In one squeeze of your hand,
In a few words that escaped your aching throat,
In my entire life, you gave to me
Care.
You did all you could.
We did all we could.
But I.
I should have done more.
Nov 30, 2019
Nov 30, 2019 at 3:19 PM UTC
The date’s creeping up.
Scraping the corners of my thoughts,
Like the knife you used for butter
You gave me so much.
In one squeeze of your hand,
In a few words that escaped your aching throat,
In my entire life, you gave to me
Care.
You did all you could.
We did all we could.
But I.
I should have done more.