I don't understand why, but whenever she speaks of you I get these sudden urges to let her know that you are mine.
an urge hitting me in the face like a newspaper in one of those old movies about New York
I would tell her to back off like a dog guarding it's most prize procession
but I'm afraid I would be keeping you from others
and that would be selfish
I notice the little things when she is around you
how she touches your arm
how much more she smiles around you
how you can flip her switch to depressed to extra happy
how she can get you to do something before I even get the chance to try
every. single. fucking. time.
I'm sorry I'm growing distant with you
it's the thought that maybe you would be better off with her that keeps running through my head each and every second
you both care about each other a whole lot
you both have a lot in common
you both seem happy with each other
just go to her
I won't get hurt I... promise
YOU ARE READING
A Spark Of Hope
PoetryTHE GESTURE: By George Oppen The question is: how does one hold an apple Who likes apples And how does one handle Filth? The question is How does one hold something In the mind which he intends To grasp and how does the salesman Hold a bauble he int...
