Anthology

Ben

Tessa Reynolds

I would like to write a poem that would hurt you

For you to find it on blades of grass and read

Your eyes would stop smiling

Your hands would stop reaching

You would fall to pieces

I would like to write a poem that would make me forget

For me to write it on fallen leaves and let it fly away on the wind

My eyes would stop crying

My hands would stop aching

I would fall together again