[Excerpt] by Anita Shrieve
your hands erase the memory of others.
a part of you is inside me, and I will always have that.
you have made me give up all the secrets, and I am lighter now.
you talk of days stretching after days, and you believe in them.
I do not believe in them, but I believe in this day.
Very soft and believable x
ReplyDeleteI love short poems! This one is lovely and makes me think of a snuggly new blanket I bought at the market.... aawww!
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