
Typewriter Series #2820 by Tyler Knott Gregson
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Stared at my hands
in the last bits
of daylight,
Sunday morning
dissolved into
evening without
bothering with
afternoon.
These held you,
cradled breast and
covered skin,
traced letters I wondered
if you were reading
on the bare of your
back.
I wrote a wish
unfulfilled but
hopeful,
that one day
you’d find what
I found, and finally
see, what I have
always seen.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
Published on December 16, 2019 18:33