Remember that game we use to play?
Remember?
Trust falls,
I think is what we used to call it
You'd stand behind me
Arms ready to catch me
And I'd have to fall
Without looking behind to make sure you were there
I had to trust that you'd catch me
Trust that you wouldn't let me fall
You never dropped me
I never let you fall
So when I fell this time
Where were you?
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Snapshots: One Poem is Worth a Thousand Photos
PuisiSome short poems that are written mostly in my head in bed and then written down here. In most of the poems, I try to capture (photograph) emotions in words... Enjoy!
