mellifluous | poetry

handkerchiefs; ten

do you recall a time
when boys gave girls their
handkerchiefs to wipe their tears with?

well I do.
in a far away place, in a distant dream.

so far that you look upon that place in disdain, trying to not want to return to that awful place.

because you remember the exact location of where a boy gave you his handkerchief to stop your tears from escaping.

unfortunately, that boy took his handkerchief away, leaving you with nothing to wipe the flowing droplets on your face from falling onto the hard ground.