Meander with me,
stranger,
a while in the sadness
behind glacial eyes
which hope to melt
someday;
dripdropping their raindrop strata
somewhere within the realms
of your fingertips
which stroke those strung out
anticipated words of hope.
I can’t cry like normal people do.
But when we walk together
on these occasional outings
we
are not alone.
This is beautiful!
Melancholic, somehow sad but beautiful poem. Just loved it, Shan! ‘I can’t cry like normal people do’ ~ why did I never think of that line? And what is ‘normal’ anyway? Great write. xo