Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jan 2014
He blew me a sweet, good night kiss.

I clasped onto it
Mid air.

And suddenly
I felt as though
I could never let go.

Or maybe,
I would never let go.

I'm holding it now,
Hand still clutching onto the remnants of his warmth...

         Your entity,
         In the palm of my hand.
Written by
Mads
504
   Nick Durbin, ---, Kodis and Eulalie
Please log in to view and add comments on poems