I’m not sure if I like this one, and it feels more like a song. Anyhow it’s new.
What Does It Mean?
What does it mean
When eye contact goes out the window
And avoidance becomes the regular
You seem to always avoid me,
And I hide way too much
No more quick hugs in the hallway
No more sweet kisses in the kitchen
No more love on the highway
No more subtle touches throughout the day
I grab your hand
I try to hold it
Like quicksand I fall right through
You brush me off every chance you get
As I reach to hug you
I hug myself…
Each time I fail my heart beats faster
Now all alone seems to be where I fit.
by Matthew Henrickson
Category: Matthew Henrickson Poetry