A poem I jotted down the other day. I folded the paper and it has been in my back jeans pocket for like 2 weeks. I figured it was about time to post it.
Hands clasp,
I look up
Kind eyes,
pleasant smile
We talk,
as though old friends
The formality of handshake,
passes, fades
A warm embrace,
takes it's place
How sweet!
A new friendship
New, yet mature
from many words exchanged
A word, a touch,
a look, a smile
I wait for our next meeting...
December 1st, 2009
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