There is a word
Tucked
Inside the corner of my palm
And the warmth of my cheek
I blow it into the cups of my hands
And into song
I hold it tight in my fist
That I might be brave
And kiss it soft
'Til the day we meet
YOU ARE READING
「re:yours」
Короткий рассказI think, when I finish, I'll take a nap. Just for a little while. Companion piece to「dear」
