Your kindness is a tangible thing – quiet, steady.
I can sense it from across the table
and by the way you stroke his fur
when others do not.
They say that animals recognise a honey-kissed soul.
The signs are in front of me and yet,
I ignore them.
YOU ARE READING
it's 3 am and i'm still thinking of you
PoesiaA collection of poems and liquorice-tinged thoughts.
