Tell me, I would love to know,
How it feels
To have birthed a wallflower
So shy,
And tender with the casting
Of a look
Or an outstretched hand
Prepping to touch,
Aloof to the things
That were supposed to
Make up her youth?

Someone tell me truthfully, who stole time and hid it in their back pocket? I didn’t know I would always be chasing t…read more