Touch,
Reaching out,
To see with our fingers,
To feel the pulsing,
Of thoughts.
Touch,
Connecting,
Gradually becoming normal,
I want to investigate,
To discover,
each bump and groove,
That would be unnoticeable,
At my distance.
To hear your voice,
Rattle through my chest,
Words caught,
In my head.
Each movement,
Direction of the eye,
Smile and frown,
Posture,
Gesture,
That I want to be a part of.
Letting you know,
That I'm here.
YOU ARE READING
For you
PoesiaCollection of poems about personal experiences, from the span of my high school life.
