Apr 2013
Ripples crawl across
the grass.
Such a delicate moment
like glass.
“Don’t shatter.”
She whispered.
Her words
a rock.
Me,
like glass.
Her actions
deliberate
and
transparent.
She,
like glass.
the grass.
Such a delicate moment
like glass.
“Don’t shatter.”
She whispered.
Her words
a rock.
Me,
like glass.
Her actions
deliberate
and
transparent.
She,
like glass.
