Hidden Behind My Back

The lazy works of a daydreaming teen.

silly little fingers

they said we used to hold hands
but i don’t remember it
imagine
sticky hot hands held together just for the fun of it

did we wrap our arms around us
not tall enough to reach
clasping horribly
waddling along
falling over our feet

did we ever have wide toothy grins
gaps and holes galore
tiny white towers
formed in crooked rows

but you never shared your toys

i am a big girl now

and you moved away.

Tagged: poetry, August 2011, .