Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aug 2013
I want to be able
To say something small.
Ten words or less.
That means the world to you.
That pulls on your heartstrings
Like a harp and plays a melody.
That forces you to go through
Every drawer and dusty file cabinet
In your mind to say something back.

But when the day comes that I do say something,
You don't have to say anything.
Just hold my hand,
And squeeze three times.
The New Kestrel
Written by
The New Kestrel
266
   R, ---, --- and Elizabeth Paxton
Please log in to view and add comments on poems