Grasping At AirA Poem by Ben Taylor
A shred of torn paper
Caught the corner of my eye,
And I bent to retrieve it.
Upon the parchment was scrawled:
All I needed was a hug.
I needed it so badly,
And I was so alone,
That I sobbed into these fingers
That used to intertwine
With your own.
A knot formed in my throat as I read,
And when I recognized the handwriting
As my own,
I sank to the concrete and wept,
Soaking these fingers,
These pitifully empty fingers.
© 2012 Ben Taylor
Added on July 12, 2012
Last Updated on July 12, 2012
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