the first time i saw you was like a head rush. you sat in the corner, slouched in a rut & i came in thriving not wanting to be touched. with a spark in your eye, a twinkle that put my nerves at bay - i knew that we 'zinged' and we're made to meet.
YOU ARE READING
the art of letting go
Poesieif you love something set it free, if it comes back to you - it's meant to be; other times we're meant to see that we shouldn't be you & me. a collection of poems about he and me. © christine marie 2019.
