I don’t cling to anybody’s arm when walking
I don’t kiss them on the cheek
whenever I greet them good morning
I don’t hold their hand
whenever I bid my goodbye
Whenever they give me a gift,
I don’t pull them into a hug
When I am thankful for something, I always say it
When it comes to him, I let him feel it
But I guess he’s too numb to feel anything
YOU ARE READING
Poems of Confession
PoetryWords I opted not to confide Scattered pieces of me, hidden inside He who held them, now nowhere to find Gone, leaving me behind
