"I can't," I said
But we both know I can
I can let go of your hand
I can, but it's the last thing I want
Just the thought of it is burning my heart
Turning the tiny pieces into dust
I'll grant whatever you ask
Just please, not this one
YOU ARE READING
Poems of Confession
PoesíaWords I opted not to confide Scattered pieces of me, hidden inside He who held them, now nowhere to find Gone, leaving me behind
