Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jun 2013
She takes his hand
not the whole thing
just the last *******
in  her  cradling fist

"she says something"
it doesn't matter

"He says something"
it matters even less

his fingers slide
through hers;
she grasps air

but she walks away
and he looks back
Zajan Akia
Written by
Zajan Akia  Long Island, NY
(Long Island, NY)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems