"say much"

September 20, 2007
By Emily Sheer, Arcade, NY

It was fleeting,

Only a brief meeting,

Hand brushing hand,

Yes, all too fleeting.

You look at your shoes,

And their knots,

And their ties,

Avoiding weary eyes,

And bad news.

He doesn't say much,

And you say little.

Oh, how you yearn for his touch.

His heavy eyes rest

On you and you alone.

And this is not a test,

This is it.

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