Oct 2016
When I'm feeling sad
I don't tell you.
You notice anyway that I'm not being myself.
You don't push me to say what's bothering me or where
my head is lately.
Instead, you wait patiently for me to be ready.
And in the meantime,
you bake me cookies.
I don't tell you.
You notice anyway that I'm not being myself.
You don't push me to say what's bothering me or where
my head is lately.
Instead, you wait patiently for me to be ready.
And in the meantime,
you bake me cookies.
My roommate and best friend just baked me cookies and gave me several hugs in the past two hours. She deserves something better than this poem but until then...
