free verse
For the whole journey
I held
the hand
on your
shoulder
to nurture myself
with
your
warmth,
to retain
the memory
of it
for as long as possible.
I was serving my sentence:
I knew
I wouldn’t come back.
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“I write what I couldn’t tell anyone”. writer. poet, observer. Relationship. Parenting. Personal Growth. Enchanted with life. Thin Skin/amazon.com
