Maybe one day
when you're searching
To find that piece
of the puzzle
that is a part of me
You'll find a poem
in my pocket
Words to you
that I can not express
in any other way
Words that I wish
I could say
in my silence
Locked inside
until this moment
In your hands
I leave to you
To tuck inside
your pocket,
a piece of me.
Friday, April 18, 2008
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