Crush
I always secretly wanted to hold
your graceful hands
and be this close to you.
But not like this.
Your eyes that give me such hope
are now full of worry for
pitiful ol’ me.
Your hand made me feel so safe.
I wish you were still here
so I can snug into
your skin’s perfection.
But here I am
in nothing but gown.
Thinking of that nose,
eyes, face, and smile
that sits under the hair
as black as a cool summer’s night.
Maybe with holding your hand
I can pull myself out.
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