you walk in front of me in the hallway.
i keep my distance because
it's not my place to walk beside you anymore.
and if i did,
where would i put my hands
since they can't grab for your own?
you keep walking and i think about
maybe running up and tapping your shoulder.
i'm constantly torn between
never talking to you again
or trying to mend our turmoil of a relationship.
every time i try to reach my hand
forward to tap your shoulder
i think about how you pushed my
hand away from me when we last spoke,
when you said goodbye.
so i walk here, maybe about 3 feet behind you
and i immerse myself in the what if's.
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love poems.
Poetrythis is a poem book full of poems made by me about life & love. i hope you enjoy! [ all rights to me ]
