So Sorry

Though I've lain beside you, I still can't hold your hand

as children are apt to do,  little vines;

not knowing if I can depend on your sense of direction

or what would occur if I became stuck.

 

 

How earnestly you strum that guitar,

funneling the notes into my ears, wishing, fishing,

for the timbre of my voice, instead only---

my sceptic's speculation undulates.

Reviews

[Oz]

This is quite a sad tale. It was short, but very powerful. Thanks for entering my contest!

Cheers,

Oz

[Sarah]

i really like this. bold yet simple

[Girl, Interrupted]

i loved this:
"Though I've lain beside you, I still can't hold your hand

as children are apt to do, little vines"

it was a short poem but really packed quite a bit of feeling into it. bravo!