Handle with care
words by Phoebe Hemsley
Well I never
touched you lightly,
curled your hair around my fingers. I didn’t
flinch when our eyes met, or
leave a message in your desk
Nor did I
cry over you and your hesitation
wake up to your fast-fading silhouette
share midnight walks with you down a leaf-littered path, or
take notes with your pen.
But you
spoke so
gently. Like a whisper. I could not hear--
Yet in the end,
you took your name
gave me your heart
(or part of it)
And we parted ways.
touched you lightly,
curled your hair around my fingers. I didn’t
flinch when our eyes met, or
leave a message in your desk
Nor did I
cry over you and your hesitation
wake up to your fast-fading silhouette
share midnight walks with you down a leaf-littered path, or
take notes with your pen.
But you
spoke so
gently. Like a whisper. I could not hear--
Yet in the end,
you took your name
gave me your heart
(or part of it)
And we parted ways.