Grave Dust
I want you to know,
I'm yours. I was walking today
along the sidewalk and a memory
of the first time you kissed me
rose up in my mind fresh
from the grave I had dug for it.
I don't want to talk to you,
I don't want to explain.
I just want to take you face
in my hands and realizing just that
has taken so long. Still, I know
I will just keep walking
feigning I'm not thinking of you.
Copyright © Sam Mayhue | Year Posted 2011
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