The nuance of telling you goodbye.

I think it's pretty.

Your fingers,

your very small fingers,

They clung to my breast pocket

Folded like soft elegant paper

 

and your face

was looking up at mine

A moon radiating

 

Your words were spoken with faint breath

just enough to stir flower petals

and then lift them up

 

Your eyes, larger than my vision

make it impossible

for me to tell you goodbye

or let you go.

 

Reviews

[Gandré]

It is indeed sweet. I loved it.
the small fingers. it s about your
baby isn't it. totally adored it.
you never let it go. it made me
cry.