Friday, September 2, 2011

I am...

I am here.
I wonder where you are.
I hear your voice.
I see your face.
I want to know you.
I am scared.
I pretend I'm not.
I believe I've found a treasure.
I touch this newfound treasure.
I feel it; it feels like gold.
I worry it will melt.
I cry because this treasure is not mine to hold.
I am frightened again.
I understand it wasn't your fault.

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