Tuesday, June 9, 2015

Rapid

I collect finger prints 
Like old news papers 
From my hands 
Left un touched 
Un washed - 

Shaken . 

If I turn away 
Will you find the smile 
Lost in the ocean
Separating you 
From 
Me 

I whisper your name 
In a summer rain 
No one sees me there alone 

Dreaming - 

I wrap his jacket around me 
I watch you laughing 
But it's in my sleep 

As I sit here collecting 
Finger prints 
From hands 
Like old news papers 

Shaken - 

Left here alone