your hands
keep crawling back
and reaching out
like i owe them something
just for existing
never forgiveness
just simple acknowledgment
that at the end of the day
they continue to play
their simple role
in my life
and why not?
you see a picture of me
and are reminded of
how much you meant to me
as i held them
warmed them
kissed them -
well, the truth is
i never knew your middle name
or your mom
or the color of your eyes
i wasn't listening to your sadness
and i've forgotten what you smell like
and it's not that i don't think of you fondly -
i just never really think of you at all
the girl you wish you were
is the girl that came before and after
and you should know
that even though i liked you
i never liked your hands
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment