In the sounds of your 'hello'
I found my place
And in the way you smiled
I found grace
It breaks my heart that I lost those
In a civil rights arms race.
And thankful I had a second phone
Just in case.
Because honestly, your voice and smile
Go on the highest shelf in my trophy case
And proud to call you mine
In any case,
Honestly I feel so robotic, like
I have a bug in my user interface
Or, well, I do at least
In this empty place.
YOU ARE READING
Invisible Papercuts
Thơ caA small book of poems. Some can be very triggering. I write mostly free verse. If you don't like it, don't read it. All of these are fueled from conversations I've had or things I've felt. In Honor of my Uncle.
